My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me. — Thomas Jefferson
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me. — Thomas Jefferson
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me. — Thomas Jefferson
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me. — Thomas Jefferson
My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me. — Thomas Jefferson
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My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

— Thomas Jefferson
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