“The boy was lying fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, he looked like death; not death as it shows in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven, and the gross air of the world has not had time to breath upon the changing dust it hallowed.” -Charles Dickens

Be good to each other, 

-Nathan

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