"What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal. Too much blood. My heart will not heal. All we can do is make peace with the past, and try and learn from it. There are days now when I manage not to think of you, when the needs of the farm call with more urgency than my heart. This time of year there is so much life everywhere. I find you in all of it, as if you were still walking home to me." -- Cold Mountain
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