After the doctors,the tests, the lab reports,the telephones, the waiting,comes the giftfrom the Giver who is constant,the gift of quiet places.A dusty lane in summer,hemmed with chicoryand Queen Anne’s lace.A brook, sun-shivered,chattering of stones,kingfishers, fern and dragonflies.A forest of white birch,so deep and silentthe inner trees ar...
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