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"A strange thing is memory, and hope;
one looks backward, and the other forward;
one is of today, the other of tomorrow.
Memory is history recorded in our brain,
memory is a painter,
it paints pictures of the past
and of the day."
Grandma Moses
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Why are you cast down, O my soul?
and why are you disquieted within me?
hope in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my
countenance,
and my God.
Psalm 43:5
