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It is to be broken. It is to betorn open. It is not to bereached and come to rest inever. I turn against you, I break from you, I turn to you. We hurt, and are hurt, and have each other for healing. It is healing. It is never whole.Wendell Berry
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..And yet a knowledgeis here that tenses the throatas for song: the inheritanceof the ones, alive or oncealive, who stand behindthe ones I have imagined, who took into their mindsthe troubles of this place, blights of love and race, but saw a good fate hereand willingly paid its cost, kept it the best they could, thought of its good, and mourned the good they lost.( From the ending of Where in Clearing, p179) .Wendell Berry
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Through my history's despiteand ruin, I have cometo its remainder, and herehave made the beginningof a farm intended to becomemy art of being here. By it I would instructmy wants: they should belongto each other and to this place. Until my song comes hereto learn its words, my artis but the hope of song.( Part 2 from History is Clearing, p 174)Wendell Berry