"My dearest son," Sabina said leaning closer, her voice a whisper behind the surrey's side pane, "our Heavenly Father will soon call me home. But this I promise," she extended her hand as if to touch the boy through the glass, "my angel will linger with you and will watch over you until we meet again."

- John Buchholz,"The Orphan Home"

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