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For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.

William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams
Age: 79 †
Born: 1883
Born: September 17
Died: 1963
Died: March 4
Autobiographer
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Physician
Physician Writer
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Cannot
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Love
Descent
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