Fear is the mother of foresight. — Thomas Hardy
Fear is the mother of foresight. — Thomas Hardy
Fear is the mother of foresight. — Thomas Hardy
Fear is the mother of foresight. — Thomas Hardy
Fear is the mother of foresight. — Thomas Hardy
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Fear is the mother of foresight.

— Thomas Hardy
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