| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - When we think of friends and call their faces out of the shadows and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why, save that we love to do it, we may content ourselves that that friendship is a reality and not a fancy ??? that it is built upon a rock and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments w
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