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“He'll be alright, said Hayes. He just needs a rest, that's all. He's tired. We're all tired. Tired. A new word ought to be invented, if this was tired.”

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Book:In Memoriam
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In Memoriam

A profound and moving work of poetry, 'In Memoriam' delves into the depths of grief and the enduring impact of loss on the human spirit. more

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Alice Winn

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