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- author: Lord Dunsany
- content: All we who write put me in mind of sailors hastily making rafts upon doomed
- ships. When we break up under the heavy years and go down into eternity with all
- that is ours our thoughts like small lost rafts float on awhile upon Oblivion's
- sea. They will not carry much over those tides, our names and a phrase or two and
- little else.
- id: 7f7a8af3-5e31-4d16-a7a7-c9bfc1a457c0
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