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What if no one leaves flowers at my grave? Oh, dear, I'll be there.

Love is so short, forgetting so long -Pablo Neruda

As fire tests gold, so misfortune tests brave men. -Seneca

His name was Kierkegaard and he ask me for a cup of tea.

There is a chill in my bones with you gone.

God had obtuse plans for me...

Let the fire, rise, and rise ...

A letter from the hideout.

Windy and rainy but still a good time for a walk in the pages of a tale.

"And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—" “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe