curve slightly upward , or the wind brings a few
snowflakes down, and then joins the night
or you leave me a sprig of chervil and no more.
Each morning we have this new chance. We can walk
a few steps behind the others down the mountain,
We can enter a conversation as it we were blessed,
not insisting on our old way of gaining pity.
Robert Bly
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