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Class of 1967
“The only true paradise is paradise lost” - Marcel Proust -photo
Our strivings have marked the face of this blue planet. We’ve lost our leaders. We’ve scattered to the four winds: many are beyond reach. Some have traveled as if without rest. The happiest stories are told among the least heralded. Blessings on the Class of 1967, a class that lacked nothing.
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