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This morning it was fluency, the title of a poem I found in a book I laid aside so I could write this down and find myself inside generous syllables rippling along waters leading somewhere hopeful I am sure like a readiness of well-being or forgiveness, and just now the face of the woman who had wronged me bitterly came to my mind and in place of my common anger this time I felt a streaming around my heart only the residue of her own wounding, and I was, for the moment, sorrowful and healed.
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