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Found in an Attic: World War II Letter to a Wife. Poem by Donal Mahoney
When I get home things will be the same. I haven't changed. The sling comes off the day I get on the plane. I'll be able to cut the grass, rake the leaves, shovel the snow, all the stuff I did before. And every morning in summer, fall, winter and spring, when we wake up