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is the only service
that will stand the storm of life
and not wash out.
It will wear well
and be remembered long after
the prism of politeness
or the complexion of courtesy
have faded away.
When I am gone,
I hope it can be said of me
that I plucked a thistle
and planted a flower
wherever I thought
a flower would grow.

-Author Unknown
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