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Letitia Elizabeth Landon - It is strange, though true,...
It is strange, though true, that the happiest part of our life is the shortest in detail. We dwell on the tempest that wrecked, the flood that overwhelmed - but we pass over in silence the numerous days we have spent in summer and sunshine. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

It is strange, though true, that the happiest part of our life is the shortest in detail. We dwell on the tempest that wrecked, the flood that overwhelmed - but we pass over in silence the numerous days we have spent in summer and sunshine.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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