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“When I shall die, let all be glad for me for I have known the beauty of the tide of seasons come and gone, the wind’s high song across the lake, the wild geese flying wide, so let it be. Now I can rest amidst these hills I’ve loved above the water and the ever changing view there is no place where earth and heaven meet like this – the land my father’s knew. And gave to me.”  -- Amy Bassett