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[Jan. 5th, 2011|05:36 am]
soucyland
I do not know the name of the man who built my house. I live there all the same. Everyday it is my comfort, my sanctuary. I long to be there when I am away and loathe to leave there when I'm home. And yet, I do not know the name of the man who built my house. It is where I rest. It is where I heal. It is where I dream of things that will happen one day. It is my comfort and my shelter. And yet, I do not know the name of the man who built my house. A hundred years from now, there will be people living, longing, loathing, resting, healing and dreaming under the roof I build. And they will not know my name. I would have it no other way. Let my achievements stand on their own and serve without my name.
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