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Voor iedereen die zich rusteloos voelt, zorgen heeft of iets of iemand mist, dit gedicht dat ons herinnert aan de grootste familie waarvan we allemaal deel uitmaken. Gisteren. Vandaag. Morgen. Overmorgen. En omdat de maan vol is vannacht.

The peace of wild things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things. who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry

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