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Here I am laying to rest my first signature, which represents a part of one of my favourite poem by Tolkien:
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood, in every spring
There is a different green,
This stanza has always brought tears to my eyes. I give all my respect to the one that can put such thoughts into such beautiful and simple verses.
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Is this the end? No more the hunt, the journey and the goal? That terrifies me most: no more the goal! -Ray Bradbury, Leviathan '99
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