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It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard where LCD readers lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the e-inks and the rest. -Steve Jobs
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