Feeling the wind in your hair, the gentle sea waves brushing your feet, and your hand entwined in the hand of a loved one are all blessings.

To you of great faith, I am the product of your wisdom and the guarantor of your immortality.

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.

Nothing is more interesting than repressed emotion. The appearance of sardonic coldness and stoicism which has deceived you is but a hollow mockery; beneath it I secrete a maelstrom of impassioned feeling and a mausoleum of blighted hopes.

Written By Frances Hodgson Burnett

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