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Two Kinds Of Gratitude: The Sudden Kind We Feel For What We Take; The Larger Kind We Feel For What We Give.

-Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Two Kinds Of Gratitude:

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Two Kinds Of Gratitude: The Sudden Kind We Feel For What We Take; The Larger Kind We Feel For What We Give.

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