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February 12, 2025

No more for us the little sighing,
No more the winds at twilight trouble us.

Lo the fair dead!

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Thought:

“This sentence have I left behind:
An aching body, and a mind
Not wholly clear, nor wholly blind,
Too keen to rest, too weak to find,
That travails sore, and brings forth wind,
Are God’s worst portion to mankind.”

Matthew Arnold | “A Nameless Epitaph”

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