Daniel Martin Will the mountains seem so wild and the dew sparkled mornings alone, so clear considering the price paid to put me there. Can my life's essence be valid after such a crime to attain what I covet? Will I roam for my fulfillment and find only that my unreality leads to the ashes of my dreams? Serenity cannot, I fear, be found in a distant snow but only in the purity of mind it represents. And so I will consider this pain, and look for peace, and spend some years fooling myself. Gallagher 23 Sep 69 Port Lavaca, TX
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