"And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand."

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He understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in a place where everything, not only the land, was open. People would feel free to talk, and he was free to listen. To carry a little of them as he went.

— Rachel Joyce