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I stood in the middle of a great salt basin, staring into the distances around me; nothing revealed itself to me but the wide horizon ahead. I could not tell how far it was, not that it would matter; for it would surely be followed by another horizon, equally as elusive. But I determined to…
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So far, the willow blows;So far, the sands of time are swept away.So long to the river flow;Goodbye to the break of day.To the pages left unturned,To the lost pitter-patter of little feet,To the names never learned,To the faces we will never meet.Keep the fires warmAnd the beds made clean;Keep the lanterns litAnd the plates…
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The waters of the land flow quickly, forcing way through hill and valley, finding the low places to make their dwelling; the rains, however, bring great harvests, those which first look to heaven, going up as a still vapor to be drawn into the hand of God. How is it that the rivers flow into…
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Three eyes that are unblinking, Two minds, yet one that’s thinking,One foot that is unwalking,Three mouths, yet two are talking. Two hands that bear a crownOf one whose head which hears no sound,Hoping to receive a throne,Though they may receive their own. Many lives of separate paths,All with seeds that truly lasts;Yet comes one with…
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So, here is the beginning of the thing. There are many things which have had beginnings, some great and some small; but all have had beginnings. It is difficult to know which way a beginning will lead, but it always—as its nature demands—must begin. For some few years, I have written for my own heart, accompanied…
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