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The wind is playing now
with the leaves of the trees growing in this little place, where people come to pray. Today I am here again. And just like when I was here in the years that have passed, peace and silence I can find. This is peace, not loneliness. Even when you seem to be alone, the universe is praying with you before the grotto of the Madonna. The wind is playing again now and the leaves are all dancing. Since the city is far away, it’s time to say good bye. Sendangsono, 12 October 2011
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