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THE PROMISE We live without distinction, keeping up (in our confusion) just to keep up; and at the end tossed in the air to be received by Heaven for reasons not to be ever obvious, at least to us; a common, unexceptional avoidance of evil lets us be accepted. Placed there with the others as a builder takes another brick to add to brick and mortar in for the new room to please the owner. The consolation we have left is this: when your time has come, you will be missed.
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