Reflection
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Poem: The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
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Challenge Overcome
Like a hunter, triumphant in possession of a tusk with a bloody end, the dentist stood clutching my freshly extracted premolar.Breathing deeply beneath his mask and just as a jeweller delights in the light that glints off the facets of a fine gem, he presented the specimen for his assistant and I to admire. Obviously…