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Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

ㅤShe smelled of books and stories, of all the worlds she'd lived within as though the ink had left the pages. To find a new home in her skin, she didn't quite belong here, lived a life within her head. Like she'd slipped out from covers of a paperback instead and you'd see it in her eyes, That they were depper than a well. She was a whole library of stories, that we'd beg of her to tell. When she spoke the world would listen to the adventures of her mind, for if there's such a thing as magic then it was something she could find, and her heart had looked much further than her eyes ever seen.

She'd walked on words to places, her two feet had never been. It's years now since she moved and we all failed to keep in touch, so her memory's all failed. Like a book you've read too much but if she hoped to leave us link stained, she should know she did succeed for even now we all still look for her, in every book we read.