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When you began this project, how could you know where it could go? How could you, really, divine its purposes for you and for others? How could you know the fantastical halls of mirrors down which you would be led? How could you prepare for the ordeal except to have faith in the small voice that prompted you take it on? How touched you must be to find in yourself the resources of endurance, and, more importantly, the heart that truly is, in our time, the heart of the prophet, storyteller, poet, artist, and scholar. Who says the prophet is without honor in his own country? You are a prophet in two countries and in many lives you are honored. Meanwhile, head down, one for in front of another, you go on. What a privelge to be part of this. Peter

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