This piece of writing has been sprouted from the innocence of childhood, and thoroughly enjoying being told a goodnight story by your parents after a long day working in the fields. I was lucky enough that I eventually were allowed to leave the farm my family owned so that I might pursue my own desires. These desires were knowledge, and I soon learned to read and I developed a crude form of penmanship that I have spent years toiling over to make it somewhat acceptable.
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