…And one more thing, perhaps with meaning. And if not, I’ll understand ’cause it’s what some of us when needed due, do for others as if the case was to benefit family, friends, and fellow Americans at large.
Lest it may be misunderstood:
Zeb, the kid I sometimes address my letters to, was a symbolic little kid who existed in every American generation as it was when it was ever-changing as it grew. We all had the innermost feelings we would experience a handsome degree of success, largely because history reflected justly; American dreams were always possible.
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