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April 6, 1862
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Friday, April 18, 2008
Wonder
As I go on in life, day by day, I become more of a bewildered child; I cannot get used to this world....
I could wish my days to be bound each to each by the same open-mouthed wonder.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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