The only cure for grief is action. — George Henry Lewes
The only cure for grief is action. — George Henry Lewes
The only cure for grief is action. — George Henry Lewes
The only cure for grief is action. — George Henry Lewes
The only cure for grief is action. — George Henry Lewes
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The only cure for grief is action.

— George Henry Lewes
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