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Spring still makes spring in the mind, when sixty years are told; Love wakes anew this throbbing
heart, and we are never old.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I weathered some merry snow-storms, and spent some cheerful winter evenings by my fireside, while the snow whirled wildly without.
— Henry David Thoreau
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