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RIP in peace Greenlantern420, much respect to you for your contributions and presence.
~AK~
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!"
~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~
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