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JustAdduce: “Hail, element of earth, receive thy own And cherish, at thy charitable breast, This man, this mongrel beast: He plows the sand, and, at his hardest need, He sows himself for seed.” ~ Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie.

JustAdduce: “I was, being human, born alone; I am, being woman, hard beset; I live by squeezing from a stone The little nourishment I get.” ~ Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie

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Khotasikka14: "In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile." Elinor Morton Wylie from a really sad and hopeless poem about loneliness and being without love in one’s life.

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