Dear
, you are quiet. Nay, you need not tell me why. I read your thoughts, as you might read an open book. , the change called must to you, as it must come to all mortals, yet dread it not, for so frail is the tie between your real self and your physical that almost ere your physical eyes shall be closed as in , your spirit eyes will open to undreamed of glories. Now make your
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