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Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
World
Awe
Reverence
Allowing
Changing
Gratitude
Bestows
Forever
Epiphany
Experience
Thankfulness
Life
Transcendent

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