Final Words

hard-timesTimes are always hard. Dickens writes, ‘Dear reader! It rests with you and me’. The torch has been passed to us; now it’s our turn to run with it. When we are done and we pass the torch on, ‘we shall sit with lighter bosoms on the hearth, to see the ashes of our fires turn gray and cold.’

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