Old friends are the great blessings of one’s later years. Half a word conveys one’s meaning. They have a memory of the same events; have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow To Be old friends? ~ Horace Walpole

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Old friends are the great blessings of one’s later years. Half a word conveys one’s meaning. They have a memory of the same events; have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow To Be old friends? ~ Horace Walpole

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