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From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and think of what it was like to be alive.
E. B. White
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E. B. White
Age: 86 †
Born: 1899
Born: July 11
Died: 1985
Died: October 1
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I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
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