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It was long ago, when last I gazed on that dear face, kissed those pale, wrinkled cheeks, and tried to fathom the depths of those blue eyes, in which were hidden so much goodness and love. Long ago it was when, for the last time, those aged hands blessed me. Our Grandmother is no more; for many a year now she has slept beneath the cold earth.
— Jan 02, 2019 04:26PM
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“... In one place, an isolated fir stands upon a precipitous height. It is an old tree; on one side its branches hang over a deep chasm, in the fissures of which, tufts of ferns and juniper shrubs grow here and there; and down below, a stream races over the rocks... I don’t know myself how it happened, but whenever I was grieved about something, or some misfortune had befallen me, I always found my way to that spot.
— Jan 05, 2019 03:13AM
