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Thursday, July 26, 2007


Death is but crossing the world,as friends do the seas;
They live in one another still
For they must needs be present,that love and live in that which is omnipresent
In this divine glass they see face to face;and their converse is free as well as pure
This is the comfort of friends
That though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are
In the best sense,ever present,because immortal

-William Penn