| Butler Pennsylvania 51 Life Cycle How many mothers have walked down the sandstone steps from our hospital overlooking town with babies in their arms singing silent songs of joy for what they were holding for the sun to see and for all of us unseen who welcomed their replenishing? For not far from there, were it not for trees, a thin black thread of cars can oft be seen inching its way up steep Main Street's slope to that quiet lonely acre unevenly studded with tilted weathering stones. |
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