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Sleep sweetly in the fields of asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to the skies. – Agnes Repplier
No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him. – Agnes Repplier