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Toil on, son, and do not lose heart or hope. Let nothing you dismay. You are not utterly forsaken. I, too, am here--here in the darkness waiting, here attentive, here approving of your labor and your dream.

Thomas Wolfe

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Thomas Wolfe
Age: 37 †
Born: 1900
Born: October 3
Died: 1938
Died: September 15
Dramaturge
Essayist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Asheville
North Carolina
Thomas Clayton Wolfe
Dream
Utterly
Nothing
Son
Heart
Labor
Darkness
Approving
Lose
Dismay
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Attentive
Waiting
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Hope
Toil

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