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We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
Age: 59 †
Born: 1804
Born: July 4
Died: 1864
Died: May 18
Diplomat
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Salem
Massachusetts
Nathaniel Hathorne
Monsieur de l'Aubépine
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