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Recently, in the early morning dawn, I dreamed I was a child again,
helping my parents to pack up our white Rambler for our annual
summer vacation. When I awoke, I had a yen to pack up my car and
take off. This feeling is not unfamiliar to me. It reoccurs every
summer and seems to be imbedded in my subconscious by wonderful,
childhood vacation memories.
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"The love of awakened motherhood is a love and compassion felt not
only towards one's own children, but toward all people, animals and
plants, rocks and rivers-a love extended to all beings."
Amachi
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