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The lake, the youngest daughter, receives the light of the sun who is, at sunrise, the father. My pondering of the I Ching this morning tells me to tread lightly down that golden path.
The lake, the youngest daughter, receives the light of the sun who is, at sunrise, the father. My pondering of the I Ching this morning tells me to tread lightly down that golden path.