Helen A. Clarke & Charlette Porter 
Magazine of Letters 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Bluets, marigolds, and asters, scarlet poppies, purple phlox, Who knows where the key is hidden to those frail yet perfect locks In the tacit doors of being where the soul stands still and knocks?