“Sometimes I feel like a tree on a hill, at
the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the tree the hardest. All
the people I love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and I
am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. I feel like I am
not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind. I see my
family as they sit together and it is like they have a certain way between them
that is beyond me. I wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone.”
-Sarah Agnes Prine, These is My Words
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