Journal: Jeanette Sperry
1945 (Sunday) – It’s a dark and gloomy day. I awoke, after a good sleep, thinking it must be about morning, and I was soaked with perspiration, I was afraid to move for fear I might chill. I wasn’t the least bit sleepy and I waited and waited for morning to come, seemed like it […]
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