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| Altered Altoid's Tin |
Tony has cleaned out his office, and he has a small bag of stuff I've made for him over the years that he'll be taking to Iraq. Included in the bag was this tin that I made for him years ago. The Cupid was from some battered sheet music. I'm not sure when I made this, but it must have been seven or eight years ago.
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| Tin with interior altered pages of "Sonnet 43" |
On the inside on altered pages is "Sonnet 43: How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Stay strong my friend, all will be well. Love endures.
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