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artemisdreaming:

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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope wait without love 
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith 
But the faith and love and 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, from the poem The Four Quartets, East Coker

Image:  Josephine Sacabo