A spoken thought
Come back to me, my spoken thought, the one I held so dear. I cried too loud in to that night; now all know of my fear.
Come back to me, my spoken thought, the one I held so dear. I cried too loud in to that night; now all know of my fear.
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1.0 is single spacing, as in Word. Other fonts are sized to match Lora’s small letters.