Copy ImageHis youth carried his words and lit the room with an optimism. “India is like our home,
Richard Payment
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It comes back all at once: a woman on a beach, a tree, a wind that calms, a rain that cleanses, but does not wet
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Above us was a canopy, the stretching arms of cedar and spruce and Douglas fir. We knew to follow in silence, watching our steps, heads bowed. We were in a temple
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I remembered Patel’s words, “Surrender is not giving up, it is worship
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