Abi  Ray, LMFT

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I met a stranger in the night whose light had ceased to shine. I paused and let him light his lamp from mine. A tempest sprang up later on and shook the world about. When the storm was over, my lamp was out. But back to me the stranger came his lamp was glowing fine. He held to me his precious flame and thus rekindled mine.
The Art of Gathering: How We Meet and Why It Matters
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