Page 158 - John Anderson
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"Far away, under a cold, gray sky, my memory goes back
to a land of sunshine and flowers where I first met him. And
when I think of his ever-ready, unfailing kindness to a
stranger my eyes grow dim and I can only hope that in the land
of eternal sunshine which claims him now he reads his own writing in
the heart of a friend."
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