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You have to imagine a waiting that is not impatient because it is timeless.

R. S. Thomas

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R. S. Thomas
Age: 87 †
Born: 1913
Born: March 29
Died: 2000
Died: September 25
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Cardiff
Wales
Ronald Stuart Thomas
Impatient
Timeless
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