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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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You might want to stop by The Wood Pile Report from March 13th
AESOP got a page up for OLE REMUS,make you cry
Prayers for Remus.
Beautiful.
Haven’t been here in a while.
Yeah.. I think maybe Remus might have lost his earthly angel..
God Bless him and his family…
In the Arms of the Angels.. May you find.. some comfort there..