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The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

What We Leave Behind In This Life Is The Memory Of Who We Were And What We Did. An Imprint, No More.

Too Often I Am Jealous And My Jealousy Leads Me To Say Things-things-that I Regret.

All Prizes Have A Role, If They Are Run With Integrity And With A Clear Focus On Reading And Quality Writing. I Don't Think Any Of Them Is Necessary, But They All Play An Incredibly Important Role In Building A Body Of Literature, In Introducing New Authors To New Readers, And Extending Reading.

Pas A Pas, Se Va Luenh. Step By Step, We Make Our Way.