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Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
Theodore Roethke
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Theodore Roethke
Age: 55 †
Born: 1908
Born: May 25
Died: 1963
Died: August 1
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Saginaw
Michigan
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I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.
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In the kingdom of bang and blab.
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What falls away is always. And is near.
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