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"Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: ... they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence."
~ George Eliot, 'Adam Bede'
Rhyl Sands (1836)
🎨 David Cox
