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Thursday, 27 October 2016

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
  
Nor had I time to love; but since        
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

(Emily Dickinson)
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