Black HarlequinPoor Rinaldo didn't have a chance.
It might have been different if his father had lived. A gentle, whimsical, man, his father had spent hours building ingenious toys for his three children. Rinaldo, who adored the man, often sat by his feet, building his own small toys from the scraps his father gave him.
But then his father died. And his mother...
read moreAuthor: Daeke
Publish Date: Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:28:11 -0500
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