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love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds ee cummings Advertisements
Even on the day my little niece begins chemotherapy. What a ridiculous paradox. Hope is not an easy thing. It’s just insistent.
“…eager to give you rest, and peace, and sustenance.” (My Spiritual Director on how God meets us in the garden…)