Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night. Barbara J. Taylor
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An Interview with Kaylie Jones
Dedicated to my father, Carl In memory of all my Pearls
This is my story, This is my song . . . —Fanny J. Crosby
PART ONE
Where Leggett Creek, in beauty springs, In fair Chinchilla’s shade Where the Red Robin sweetly sings:— Her holy dust is laid. —George W. Bowen