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Page 1 Once upon a time, in a lush green land far, far away, there lived a Widower and his young Daughter. The widower was getting old and his hands curled with arthritis. His hair was graying, but he always had a smile on his face and hummed a merry tune. His Daughter loved working by his side. While they worked, her father's clear blue eyes shone with excitement when he told stories. |
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