Labels:text | font | screenshot | graphic design | graphics | design OCR: ne .... Nothing was said till the twilight fell The sun's evening light falling through the windows. Mother was sick again, my father held my hand. Deep within myself .. the seven year old girl; I knew that she would be alright, like the last time. My father began to cry, an awful sound, my grandma said something about my mother in paradise. I didn't understand. messiah (cia.blade) "was there no star that could be sent to heal that child?' - r.w. emerson
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