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for LJ user occipitaldruid Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Village Blacksmith If you would have your … Continue reading
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