Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blossom, trees; ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them, planets: they are our adopted daughters, and they have come home.

God cares about every detail of our lives. — Kay E. Combs

When I listen to what I did under the influence - 10 years of work - I don&#39;t think it either enhanced or impaired me. It didn&#39;t have that much to do with it.

Maybe that's the best part of going away for a vacation-coming home again.

Written By Madeleine L'Engle

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