With the innocent squeals of joy, my daughter emerged from the school bus, poster flying in hand---shouting, "Mama, Mama, it was the last one. I knew how much you loved strawberries and I bought this for you at the fair." Flying beside her was a strawberry poster...I covet it now...hanging in a frame among lithographs and expensive art...it is truly the only piece of art I possess that is priceless.
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