Sarah, my little scarlet, you make me laugh. Only because I know you. I know your smile and I know your worldly ways. Not worldly like you may think, but yes, worldly. You know that already though, don’t you? When the woman, girl really, knows instinctively that it was you who was there yesterday, not in your form now, but in a form from which you came, that’s when the world knows you. I am proud of you, my little scarlet. When you speak we all sit up to listen. Who wouldn’t want to hear you? Your bubbly voice carries with it years beyond your imagination. But not beyond mine. Because I know you, Sarah, my little scarlet.

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