Foreword

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🚨A/N: This is a sequel to Camp Where The Hell Are We - and cannot be read as a stand alone!🚨

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I die but when the grave
shall press
The heart so long
endeared to thee
When earthly cares
no more distress
And earthly joys
are nought to me

Weep not, but think
that I have past
Before thee o'er a sea of gloom
Have anchored safe
and rest at last
Where tears and mourning cannot come

'Tis I should weep
to leave thee here
On the dark Ocean sailing drear
With storms around
and fears before
And no kind light
to point the shore

But long or short
though life may be
'Tis nothing to eternity
We part below to meet on high
Where blissful ages never die

Emily Brontë
Author of Wuthering Heights

STARTED : November 2018FINISHED : May 2019

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STARTED : November 2018
FINISHED : May 2019

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