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For intervals, then, throughout our lives we savor a concurrence, the great blending of our chance selves with what sustains all chance.
We ride the wave and are the wave.
And with renewed belief inner and outer we find our talk turned to prayer, our prayer into truth: for an interval, early, we become at home in the world.
—William Stafford
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Take me to the other side of this night,
where I am you, we are us,
the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined
… and the sea sang with the murmur of light.
—Octavio Paz
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