“Life may scatter us and keep us apart; it may prevent us from thinking very often of one another; but we know that our comrades are somewhere ‘out there’ — where one can hardly say — silent, forgotten, but deeply faithful. And when our path crosses theirs, they greet us with such manifest joy, shake us so gaily. Y the shoulders! Indeed we are accustomed to waiting.”
— Nov 03, 2020 04:56AM
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