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There is forgiveness in the mountains,
In the craggy face Where the ice of a broken heart melts With each new spring, Trickling through, down, down Into the meadow So the donkeys may graze, bear food to the market, and the toothless vendor may smile. On walking in the foothills of Le Canigou at the outset of 2024.
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1/9/2024 04:32:12 am
Thanks for reading and for your reflection, Eric. It was a magical moment. You're right that forgiveness doesn't come easily, whether of others or the self and magic is the right word to describe when one feels it.
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