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Shall there be a soothing rest within the arms of a shallow grove, from whence the aches of an early dawn arise in its presence, as a burning flame before the veiled eyes of a sterling mire? Count it not as so, that all inherently good things one might seek may be levied by the hands of time, for those that are of the same zealous mind, that can neither be accepted nor denied.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/5/2024.
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