too tired to write
love the mountain air in the Poconos
day ended with this
Saturday, July 23, 2011
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And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up.
Charles Dickens
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