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    marigold

                             I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope               For hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love,
       For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

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T. S. Eliot, Excerpt from the “East Coker” section of The Four Quartets

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