"...Everything except the fact that i didn't need to know. That it was enough to trust that what i had done was true...to believe that i didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like ALL lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was to let it be."
-- Cheryl Strayed, Wild
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