My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without h — Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
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My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without her observance, and her sturdy presence, I would feel windblown.

— Trevor Cole, Hope Makes Love
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