Unless we’re dead

“Our towns are but brick and stone, and mortar and wood. They, perhaps, may be destroyed. They are only the hairs of our heads. If sheared ever so close, they will grow again.” – John Dickinson letter to Arthur Lee, April 29, 1775

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