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February 22, 2006
February 22nd
Life must go on; I forget just why.
I dread no more the first white in my hair,
Or even age itself, the easy shoe,
The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair
Time, doing this to me, may alter too
My sorrow, into something I can bear.
St. Edna Vincent Millay, 1892
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