It is so nice to be home and have all the family gathered. I like walking around in the setting sun, the corn on the fields golden and rich, the cobold blue of the cornblossoms. Dad says our hair is like the corn, golden and rich. It pains me too see him so weak... I am not sure he will make it through the winter. I need to ask if one of the sisters can have a look at him for there is nothing i can do for him it seem i am not strong enough.
- The light guide my steps and keep my soul forever safe.
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