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Belief and hope, it seemed were not the same thing, ....Eileen Wilks
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He rose and walked to the windows. The moon reflected the pristine whiteness blowing into shadowy silvery mounds beneath the stars. It spread out before him, all pure and flowing and sterling. There'd always been a gentle peace and welcome solitude on a wintry night in this house. A place of memories and innocent times; a place for new plans.Dee Holmes
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That makes about as much sense as lopping off your foot to avoid twisting an ankle.Eileen Wilks