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" I've tried for many an hour and minute to think of this world without me in it.
I can't imagine a new born day without me here...
Somehow...someway.
I cannot think of the autumn flare without me here.. alive... aware.
I can't imagine a dawn in spring without my heart awakening.
These treasured days will come and go at swifter pace...
But this I know... I have no fear...
I have no dread.
My flesh will turn to ash and clay but I'll be here...somehow...someway."
by Lew Dodd 1892-1960
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