The rain has fallen thickly all morning; there is nothing half - hearted about our good Alaskan summer rain. I keep a window or two open so we can enjoy the sound of it falling. The gray sky envelopes the sun, and it is hard to tell whether it is ten o'clock or two! Eleanor sleeps on our soft white bed, her sweet round face a perfect 'O' on the pillow. Eleanor Olympia. You are like a creamy peony, or a full-blown white rose. How did I ever live without you?
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