Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever. — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever. — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever. — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever. — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever. — Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
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Self is that which dies...Spirit is that which lives...forever.

— Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation
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