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Nov 27, 2014 14:48

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.

Simple Gifts by Joseph Brackett

Be well, my friends, this is a song I always connect to Thanksgiving.

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