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Tromsø, Norway
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Every man is his own ancestor and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever God may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul.

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