Like flowers rising to meet the sky, we unfold
in the presence of a friend.
Nothing is withheld, for the trust
we exchange allows us both to be all that we are.
There is no greater freedom and no more natural joy.
--Robert Sexton--
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| Word of Honour Like flowers rising to meet the sky, we unfold in the presence of a friend. Nothing is withheld, for the trust we exchange allows us both to be all that we are. There is no greater freedom and no more natural joy. --Robert Sexton-- |
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