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What can I say but that I love things old.|
Those that came before were every bit as real as we are today. They laughed. cried, they had dreams and hopes. If I can preserve a piece of who they were it is a good thing. Where they have gone we will go all to soon. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.