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EndingsI know the time is coming when you will no longer leave fingerprints on my door and we will not argue at Christmas dinner about the face of God. Your chair will be cold, your plate empty, and I will watch your shadow shrink on the sofa and your voice grow reed thin and white and your footprints on the carpet will become too light to stick. Your coat will grow too large in the closet and the world will never fill your shoes, so I will shake the dust off your best suit and find the pictures I took of you whenEndings
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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manchmal sind die dinge gar nicht so, wie man sichs vorgestellt hat, sondern besser.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Did I get the design right? Just wondering. Hope you like it.
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The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad. -Friedrich Nietzsche
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