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“And so for me there is no sting of death,

And so the grave has lost its victory.

It is but crossing-with abated breath

And white, set face-a little strip of sea

To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.”

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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