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Acceptance
opening spaces and contemplating clarity, embracing the darkest cloud and the torrents it contains-- feeling the hardest rain with a heart's whole desire, and savouring the drenching interlude-- a cleansing at last appreciated for what it is-- a better appreciation of a horizon's baking sun-- a perfect orange circle thrusting through a milky late sky, tickling our thirst in the acceptance of a tender craving . . . |