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I Had Grown Up. I Had Learned That Being A Woman Was Knowing When To Stand Firm And When To Compromise. I Had Learned To Laugh And Weep; I Had Learned That I Was Weak As Well As Strong. I Had Learned To Love. I Was No Longer A Rigid, Upright Tree That Would Not Flex And Bow, Even Though The Gale Threatened To Snap It In Two; I Was The Willow That Bends And Shivers And Sways, And Yet Remains Strong.

If A Man Truly Loves,....he Does Not Consider The Obstacles, The Restrictions, The Reasons Why His Choice May Be Flawed Or Impratical. He Gives No Heed To What Others May Think. His Heart Has No Room For That, For It Is Filled To The Brim With The Unutterable Truth Of His Feelings.

Real Life Is Not Quite As It Is In Stories. In The Old Tales, Bad Things Happen, And When The Tale Has Unfolded And Come To Its Triumphant Conclusion, It Is As If The Bad Things Had Never Been. Life Is Not As Simple As That, Not Quite.

Death, Of Course, Should Not Be Feared, But Awaited With Certain Wonder. To Die Was To Step Across A Threshold Into A New World, Unknown, Unimaginable.

I Could Not Imagine Living Away From Sevenwaters, Away From All That Was So Much A Part Of Me. Maybe, If You Cared Enough About Someone, You Could Do It And Not Feel Your Spirit Torn In Two. But The Forest Keeps Her Hold On All Those Who Are Born There, And They Cannot Travel Far Without The Yearning In Them To Return.