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What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?I think it is the hope of loving,or being loved.I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journeyto find its source, and how the moon weptwithout her lover'swarm gaze.We weep when light does not reach our hearts, We witherlike fields if someone closedoes not rain theirkindnessuponus.—Meister Eckhart
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