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I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains,… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
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When we complain of having to do the same thing over and over, let us remember that God does not send new… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
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I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers /… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
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This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain,… — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
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All man has to do is cooperate with the big forces, the sun, the rain, the growing urge. Seeds sprout, stems grow,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
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