No more words to remember when. It was a day like today just that Since then, the schedule burned five years, what seems like yesterday, right? The morning dawned sad. Something wet, just the same court that in which the bells tolled for thee. Looking back I realize all that has passed since that cold afternoon in April. A cluster of sensations, impressions, feelings, disappointments, experiences, disappointments, adventures ... overtake me. And make me yours as you see there before me, nodding to my claims to deliver more forcefully while taking your hands and I do get my presence in the form of coldness. Because I'll always be your granddaughter, your granddaughter 'of cold hands', remember?.
'No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the land if the sea takes a piece of land, Europe is the less, like a promontory, or the house of one of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am bound to humanity, and therefore never do ask for whom the bell tolls: it tolls for thee '
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