Ruminations of a Remembrancer: Can You Make Your Readers Cry?

Ruminations of a Remembrancer: Can You Make Your Readers Cry?: Sentimental -- what does the word mean? I found this picture at  North American Victorian Studies Assoc. http://navsa.org/2012/07/06/...

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