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Personal
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Writer
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Travels
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Personal
No Mayflower, no "ROOTS," no D.A.R. here. Just a small collection of mongrels with a Celtic and Frankish flavor............................and who knows what else?
"Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of Splendor in the grass,
Of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not; rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be.
In the faith that looks through death.
In the years that find the philosophic mind."
--Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
William Wordsworth, 1798.
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The Daughter
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The Sister
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