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"... I wander through you,
drinking the salty water that flows from your eyes,
sleeping at night in your arms
when you cover my weary limbs
with your garment of stars.
And I am
one with the beats of your heart,
one with your breath, with the wind."

(An excerpt from Annemarie Schimmel’s poem, ‘Nightingale Under the Snow’)

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