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“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

~ Song of Aragorn, J R R Tolkien

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Will I find what is lost – what I believe is lost to me for good?

Or have I merely stepped off the path and need only find my way back again?

I can’t – or I won’t???

Like a skill one has learned and honed, one never forgets.

The body doesn’t forget what it was like to run, to swim, to jump, to dance; to push the limits again and again, seeking and reaching a new high each time.

And the heart? The heart always remembers – it remembers what it was like to love what I was doing.

 

Written by The Intimate Stranger

March 8th, 2012 at 1:01 am

Posted in words

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