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Here's to you.

[2005-09-19] @ [10:06 p.m.]

I am not very good at describing how I feel.

I loved my AP English teacher from last year and yesterday, I was hesitant at first to believe it when I read it on someone's livejournal about her. That's how I deal with grief, through denial in the beginning then I accepted it. I cried yes but all I need was confirmation.

And I got it.

Here to you:

Martha Woolery
beloved teacher of English and life
9.18.05

Remember the good times, no matter how short they are.

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
From the poem "Ulysses" Lines 66-70

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