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Forging America: My Campaign Manager is Roosevelt - Chapter 4: The House I Built With My Own Hands
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... pecial collections room had lost all physical significance.
Leo Wallace’s body remained seated, but his consciousness—his entire perception—had drifted into another space, one enveloped by the warmth of an unseen hearth.
Here, for the first time, he came face-to-face with the spiritual form of Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
This was not the smiling, waving, affable politician hanging on his apartment wall or printed in history books.
This was a man in a wheelchair. ...
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