we get lucky. And mysteriously, we are freed through the gifts of self by another–a special, remarkable person. And so it is we–our deeper selves–and our own gifts of self are magically freed, and life and love begin anew. Yes, sometimes–quite rarely–we are that lucky.
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“And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And she open’d the coffins and set them all free”
–adapted from Blake