Sister SHARONYANNUZZI, Charles J.In memory of my ton Charles. Through me long masquerade of Wo come one who asks only to deltvoc the messoge of summor. When summer i—mod a word forsaken in permanent ice, this one who freely speob the sun and warms the mutest heart, who desires no song of praise, this one with a face and soul utterly to be befreved possesses that perfect grace that Kfts We above the rolling plane of masks.MOM