I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew b — Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
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I sat there and my love to him poured out more and more, and, lo, he flew down to a stump, and then to my knee. I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that the important thing is the love that goes out from oneself.

— Agnes Grinstead Anderson, Approaching the Magic Hour: Memories of Walter Anderson
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