
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”
His mother’s words reached out to him through many years. The timbre of her voice was still vibrant and lyrical, as if she hadn’t been dead for nigh on four decades.
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“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”
His mother’s words reached out to him through many years. The timbre of her voice was still vibrant and lyrical, as if she hadn’t been dead for nigh on four decades.
“…
Was it simply luck that had caused her to turn down this street? Or was there a deeper, more fateful meaning? She would never really know but blessed her luck all the same.
Hazel Lavinia Hamilton fussed at her parasol. …