"I am fortunate to have a few friends who remain friends no matter how many years and life experiences have jostled us apart: I could show up on their doorstep and after a warm embrace we could take up where we left off years ago. Those are our dear perennials: they come back year after year, and when they arrive on spring’s doorstep, we are filled with a familiar joy and contentment that things are as they should be."
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"...mystery in a luminous word..."
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