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For a moment the silence seemed to beat the air above her with invisible wings, she could feel them drift away from her through the evening damp. A vanishing. A flight of souls. She had never felt so lonely.
As T. S. Eliot wrote: And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
The Meaning of Jesus
Marcus J. Borg, N. T. Wright
Affection almost slinks or seeps through our lives. It lives with humble un-dress, private things; soft slippers, old clothes, old jokes, the thump of a sleepy dog’s tail on the kitchen floor, the sound of a sewing-machine,
The Four Loves
C. S. Lewis
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