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 My dream is at an end. Through the spring the steamer carries me back to my city of  and work. The dream is at an end, God's has failed, Greta is dead.

Was it a dream, or am I dreaming still? While write this I seem to feel Greta's hand on my, to hear her voice whispering in my ear:

'God's peace can never fail those who love.'