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Dec 2021
Do not speak to me of numbers,
though they seem many,
there is only one.
Do not speak to me of glories,
though they seem many,
there is only truth.
Do not speak to me of galaxies,
though they seem many,
there is only infinity.
And do not speak to me of religions,
though they seem many,
there is only love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  79/M/Boulder, CO
(79/M/Boulder, CO)   
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