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		<title>A New Year.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The peace of wild things
Wendell Berry
 When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children&#8217;s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The peace of wild things<br />
Wendell Berry</span></strong></p>
<div><strong><span style="font-size: small;"> When despair grows in me<br />
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound<br />
in fear of what my life and my children&#8217;s lives may be,<br />
I go and lie down where the wood drake<br />
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.<br />
I come into the peace of wild things<br />
who do not tax their lives with forethought<br />
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.<br />
And I feel above me the day-blind stars<br />
waiting for their light. For a time<br />
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. </span></strong></div>
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