What would you do if you suddenly found yourself bed ridden and without any explanation to your condition; All that you did and were was no longer within your grasp--A world in which you once moved and flourished retracted to a bed upon which you languished and lingered? And what if a friend brought you a flower pot with a wild violet from your beloved woods and a little snail? If you are Elisabeth Tova Bailey, you would create an entirely new world! And I've never read anything so amazing and tender and insightful from a source so authoritative and gracious.
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