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In an Enchanted April, hearts are softened while bodies lie
close to earth; feathers get smoothed in a sunlight-drunken ocean; beauty
grows inside outshining stunning out appearance; and the dead become living.
Even leaves sprout from a walking stick into an oleander. What miraculous
power this place holds! And what, indeed, does it do to make the snobbish sensible,
tender, generous and gracious; the arrogant agreeable; the aloof attentive;
the hardened melancholy; the prudent restless; the disappointed Madonna a
charming rose; the miserable feel wonderful and the disheartened love again?
Is this just another Shakespeare-inspired play? But it is at this place that your senses were awakened to
feel; in this ocean, your body learned to float free; from this soil, your
skins received the warmth of the sun and your warmth took root. And with the
fragrance of these white acacias, one more time, you returned anew: mind
tranquil and heart spacious. |
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