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J., Sister Ellen Murphy, C.S.
SR. ELLEN MURPHY, C.S.J. SNOWDlgIiPF When my father swept me in one almighty sweep from the .blue cold of the snowdrift to his woolen shoulder, my numb cheek comforted against his beaver...
...SNOWDlgIiPF When my father swept me in one almighty sweep from the .blue cold of the snowdrift to his woolen shoulder, my numb cheek comforted against his beaver cap, my snow-caked leggings limbered, chapped knuckles kissed, he imbued thenceforward to this day the drifts of every winter's snow with feelings soft as fur and warmed them with the smoulder of his pipe...
...The heart's vocabulary builds like this: a list of meanings rubbed from love at hand as personal as touch...
...Commonweal: 455...
...his love, a sense of home...
Vol. 105 • July 1978 • No. 14
