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But why mourn the woes of winter, when the birds lay stark and stiff so stern was Ida's snow? Or summers scorch, on a lazy noon, when the sea fell level and asleep under a windless sky? Why mourn old woes? Their pain has passed.

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I’ve just been thinking about when we live in the pacific northwest region. ORGAN!!

I’ve just been thinking about when we live in the pacific northwest region. ORGAN!!