'A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face'. - Jorge Luis Borges
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Dear mr Quinn
You're so persistently optimistic it's depressing. God bless your beautiful soul we truly miss you without knowing it.
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