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| Today I know I need to mend my life. 
 The Journey
 One day you finally knew
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| what you had to do, and began, | 
| though the voices around you | 
| kept shouting | 
| their bad advice -- | 
| though the whole house | 
| began to tremble | 
| and you felt the old tug | 
| at your ankles. | 
| "Mend my life!" | 
| each voice cried. | 
| But you didn't stop. | 
| You knew what you had to do, | 
| though the wind pried | 
| with its stiff fingers | 
| at the very foundations, | 
| though their melancholy | 
| was terrible. | 
| It was already late | 
| enough, and a wild night, | 
| and the road full of fallen | 
| branches and stones. | 
| But little by little, | 
| as you left their voice behind, | 
| the stars began to burn | 
| through the sheets of clouds, | 
| and there was a new voice | 
| which you slowly | 
| recognized as your own, | 
| that kept you company | 
| as you strode deeper and deeper | 
| into the world, | 
| determined to do | 
| the only thing you could do -- | 
| determined to save | 
| the only life that you could save. 
 Mary Oliver
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