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I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

You Can't Cure A Chipped Plate. All You Can Do Is Live With It Or Throw It Out.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

I Believe The Root Of All Evil Is Abuse Of Power.