It’s the tree,’ said the dryad shortly.‘What’s it doing?’ said Rincewind.‘Living.’    -Terry Pratchett and the eyes. the......

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“A cloud never dies.” – Theme for the seven-day service for Thich Nhat Hanh in California......

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I am who I am I will see people’s faces change When I tell...