In Beauty may I walk. All day long may I walk. Through the returning seasons may I walk. On the trail marked with pollen may I walk. With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk. With dew about my feet may I walk. With Beauty may I walk. With Beauty before me, may I walk. With Beauty behind me, may I walk. With Beauty above me, may I walk. With Beauty below me, may I walk. With Beauty all around me, may I walk. In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty, lively, may I walk. In old age wandering on a trail of Beauty, living again, may I walk. It is finished in Beauty. It is finished in Beauty.
The relief of suffering and the cure of disease must be seen as twin obligations of a medical profession that is truly dedicated to the care of the sick. Physicians' failure to understand the nature of suffering can result in medical intervention that (though technically adequate) not only fails to relieve suffering but becomes a source of suffering itself. --Eric J. Cassell
I felt some loneliness the first week I was here. But now, no. I have enough acquaintances to not feel lonely. The landlady, Marie, speaks English and her bf is American. And her niece, Emma, also…
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