Rainer Maria Rilke | Gentlest of Ways.
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I love you, gentlest of Ways
who ripened us as we wrestled with you.
You, the great homesickness we could never shake off,
Growing up in Harpswell, Maine, I was always conscious of the wind. The Atlantic Ocean was our front yard, and our house was completely exposed. Even playing in the woods as a child, I thought the wind was trying to tell me something. 410 more words