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What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? ~ Robert E. Hayden As Thanksgiving approaches and the days get colder, I often think of this poem, Those Winter Sundays by Robert E. Hayden. It makes me mindful of the many gifts of love I receive so freely that I might take them for granted. They come from people who do them without the need for recognition but simply from their own charity.

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