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This is “Matt”. Matt is Every Single One of Us.


This is “Matt”. Matt is the guy down the street whose kid plays Little League with yours.  He is courteous and helpful.  So, of course, he works at getting your ‘shades of blue’ reconciled in the paint department at Lowe’s.  Matt could be your neighbor, or you.  The truth is that Matt is every single one of us.  “Matt” is actually my friend Jeffrey, an actor living in Los Angeles, a very funny comedian, an intellectual pundit (when he chooses to be) and a man with a laugh that fills rooms with joy.  Jeffrey has been diagnosed with cancer, stage 2 lymphoma to be precise, and at present he is being squeezed in the middle like a tube of toothpaste by a grossly negligent ‘system’ and the people employed by it who have zero sense of humanity. I am mad as Hell over all of it.

The name of his insurance company matters, it’s Molina Health.  With ‘our’ shareholder, profit-driven, horribly broken, healthcare system in the United States the truth is that what is happening to Jeffrey could happen to any of us and our loved ones. It also matters that his insurance company hangs up on him. It matters that the administrative staff tell him that his premium will quadruple if he ‘wants’ home care for changing the dressing on the tube sticking out of his arm (sepsis being a real possibility) where he is hooked up to receive his chemo. It matters that I escalate and help seems imminent only to have some drone of an administrative staff person deflect and say it will take two weeks. It matters that appointments are made and cancelled due to software, and human errors and then the humans charged with delivering this news are devoid of humanity. It matters because the stress of dealing with getting healthy on your own (even with a supportive tribe) is enormous. It matters that his first oncologist failed to speak a single word to him in the nine weeks immediately following his diagnosis and never prescribed anti-nausea pills with the host of others which he did prescribe.  Jeffrey’s second oncologist is amazing. Despite the fact that I am a non-relation he has taken my call to problem solve aspects related to Jeffrey’s treatment from Sweden where I am currently.

Which brings me to two components of the health insurance storyline in the United States; employer supported efforts like those which “Matt” as an employee of Lowe’s enjoys (really amazing benefits which should prompt all of you reading this to vote with your wallet and shop at your local Lowe’s ‘just because’) and the idea of a single-payer system such as our Canadian neighbors and those in the Nordics enjoy. On this day, with TrumpCare effectively dead, the reality of a single-payer health care system in the United States has risen like Fawkes in Harry Potter.

Let me remove any ambiguity, I have a couple of issues with the Affordable Care Act (aka ObamaCare) but neither have to do with the fact that it came to fruition under our 44th President; the first is that it didn’t go far enough and the second being its mandate to be purchased under penalty.  If we have sufficient financial resources to wage seemingly endless war across the planet then Americans of every stripe should have universal healthcare on par with what our federally elected officials enjoy. And if that can’t be done then our elected officials should have that benefit voided.

How do we get to a single-payer health care system to the universal benefit of 330 million Americans and put the United States on par with other first world nations? Well, California, where my friend Jeffrey lives, ever the ‘test the water’ state for public policy adoption has a viable solution called The Healthy California Act. Evidently this legislation has broad support on both sides of the political aisle in La-La Land but one man has blocked it from advancing, and there is a reason for that. Actually there are about 475,000 reasons in the form of contributions from the Political Action Committees of health insurance companies and their executives to Speaker of the Assembly Anthony Redon re-election campaign.  Redon is a perfect example of the systemic violation of the masses by a corrupt politician bought and paid for by the highest bidders for his favor.

SB-562 The Healthy California Act.

The passage of a single-payer system in California, or nationally, wouldn’t put insurers out of business but the resulting shifts in the market would demand agility that insurance companies are not generally known to possess. A model which offers premium coverage in lieu of, or as a supplement to, a single-payer system would still provide considerable revenue – with a healthier demographic contributing to shareholder value.  Policies which would allow customers choices in taking advantage of medical tourism opportunities around the world should also be considered. The increasing perception of health insurers places them at odds with the humankind they are supposed to be serving – essentially sentencing their policy holders to death when costs become inconvenient and expensive. When we make a conscious choice to deny protection and participation by our most vulnerable we can no longer claim to be an advanced or civil society. The costs are too high when we lose our compassion and willingness to step forward and be part of the solution rather than remain part of the problem.

Critically we need to dislodge ourselves from the ‘us vs. them’ mindset that is so pervasive in any conversation about health insurance, healthcare and providing a path forward for all of our citizens. Universal peace of mind around the most fragile aspect of living our lives fully and completely should not even be a question in 2017.

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About cows, milk, and the “all natural” lies told by Chobani to build brand loyalty

For those of you who are regular readers of my blog my writing about cows may seem off brand – it’s not, please stay with me


The gentle lovely things we assume will always be such when we are children take on a different level of clarity (or denial) as adults.  If you (I, we) hold onto your childlike wonder – a good thing in many regards – there are some rude awakenings to be encountered.  I have a theory that any kind of awareness, real thoughtful and thought provoking awareness, sneaks up on you and then slaps you upside the head. And, then, YOU GET IT! (Thank you PETA advocates for all of your efforts for so many years!) 

“The only way I can pay back for what fate and society have handed me is to try, in minor totally useless ways, to make an angry sound against injustice.” ― Martha Gellhorn

containersWhen I was in 1st grade my beloved teacher Mrs Dwyer took us on a field trip to a dairy farm (well at least I only remember the cows, there might have been other animals). I distinctly recall the aqua blue and white insulated container that my mom put my favourite lunch in, leftover chicken croquettes, for the trip. And, I remember the smell of the cows, pfew-y! But what I also remember was the way that the farmer introduced us to them, each one, a name (like us) not a number on a yellow tag hanging on their ears. I had forgotten about this until recently but it’s important to our collective connection to other sentient beings and our food systems and global food security.  

milkWhilst many prefer soda pop (diet or otherwise) I am a milk drinker, never so satisfied as a tall glass with a couple of ice cubes to make it even colder to drink. I also recognise the benefit this beverage of choice has made on my bone density and my teeth (at 53 still not a single cavity or filling, nor root canals).

As a native of New York state the homegrown Chobani once had my unwavering patronage in purchasing its yogurts (particularly Blood Orange, Passion Fruit and Pomegranate flavors) – and then the dedicated and passionate folks at Whole Foods and the Sum of Us outed Chobani for using milk from cows fed GMO grain (consider signing the petition) and my heart sank, and then outrage kicked in. I used to think ‘watchdogs’ were unnecessary – naïve, I know. But greed does stupid things to some people and taking the long view of impact on our planet, our health and that of the welfare of the animals with whom we are so indebted seems irrelevant when faced with ‘untold and vast riches’.  So, a product developed to not only create jobs, positively impact local economies, promoted as being “all natural” and generally leveraging its brand in positive ways (Olympic chobanisponsorship, Shepherd’s Gift Foundation) turns out to be another big corporate lie designed to build brand loyalty!  When you reach a level of success such as Chobani there is a moral imperative to do the right thing, and in doing so legitimately earn even greater brand loyalty in the process: I don’t take Corporate Social Responsibility and sustainability lightly – in for a penny, in for a pound. If Chobani were really serious about “nothing but good” and the impact on our health they would also be concerned about the sourcing of the milk used for their yogurt, and driving an industry shift back toward the healthful origins of yogurt – something founder and CEO Hamdi Ulukaya purports to have mirrored in the creation of Chobani (yet another lie?) This isn’t (entirely) about Chobani’s business decisions, it’s really about cows – and us.

cowI go back to my experience as a six year old, blue skies and sunlight, a split rail fence and a beautiful cow’s eyes meeting my own and snuffling my hand; how a cow should live – foraging on sweet green clover, alfalfa and hay, a salt lick nearby and a cool stream of water to drink.

On Facebook recently someone posted a video of a man in Spain and a cow – it was so beautiful it unhappy cowsmade me weep (it turns out that Santuario Gaia is an animal rescue not-for-profit).  The contrast to the cows (in the picture at right) and the cows of my childhood and the rescued cow at Santuario couldn’t be more extreme.  In Germany, Kuhrettung Rhein, a thoughtful group dedicated to rescuing cows who would be destroyed when their milk production vs the cost of maintaining life ‘forces’ a farmer to make economic decisions – if you haven’t seen their “cows out of the barn videos” you simply must!  

If we as consumers and those working in the food industry do not recognise our extreme power to foster change – why not? This is old “news” as Upton Sinclair wrote in The Jungle:

“Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers and thieves of pennies and dimes, and they had been trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and thieves of millions of dollars.” 

We must be the change we want to see, each of us must “make an angry sound against injustice”.  If we desire sustainable practices then we must vote with our wallets and yes, make hard choices (at least for now) to purchase products that are more expensive yet GMO free, that can be documented as being free of cancer causing recombinant bovine growth hormone, aka (rBGH) whose words of “all natural” and “organic” means just that and aren’t simply slick taglines developed to foster brand loyalty. To which end Chobani will never again find its yummy flavours in my shopping cart, Stonyfield’s will be getting my yogurt business once more (Whole Milk French Vanilla) and my milk drinking business (yes, I am hemorrhaging at the price of a 1/2 gallon) is going back to whole, organic and based on the ethical treatment of the cows themselves with the hope that my (drop in the bucket) changes will be met with those of others whose awareness precedes my own, and those of you who might just join us as a result of reading this post.


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Greenwashing does not make your company a pillar of #CSR or sustainability! – Guest Blog for Ethical Value

ev logo Guest post for Ethical Value, co-published simultaneously

The Coca-Cola Co. ‏@CocaColaCo  “We believe investing in women is the absolute key to economic growth.” Charlotte Oades @USCCFBiz4Good #5by20. #Inspire2Act #IWD2014

cry TweetShortly thereafter came this retweet ‘love’ from a very smart man that I respect (who will remain nameless):

RT @CocaColaCo Fm producers #suppliers #distributors #retailers & recyclers we aim to empower 5M women http://CokeURL.com/l2me8  #Inspire2Act

I saw these Tweets and my stomach convulsed.  Not that empowering women is a bad thing, no, THAT IS A VERY GOOD THING, but, as Collective Evolution (and many other sources) so aptly points out:

“Coke uses “public relations propaganda” to convince consumers and entire nations that it is an “environmental company” when really it is linked to pollution, water shortages, and disease.”

‘The smart man’ I mention, in RTing this particular Tweet, seems to have bought into the green-washing of Coca-Cola courtesy of their marketing team (as do hundreds of millions of people on a global basis), and this not only stuns me because it is so contrary to “his brand” but also makes me sad and angry.  But it is this sentence, from Coca-Cola’s own website, that pushed me over the edge:

“As we move toward our 2020 Vision of doubling our business by 2020, enabling the economic empowerment of women will undoubtedly be an important contributor to our success.”

Let’s be clear, Coca-Cola’s #5X20 initiative isn’t REALLY, altruistically, about lifting women out of poverty it’s about market share, doubling their business, and in doing so, contributing to the health decline of 80% of the worlds’ populations whose average household income is less than $10 (USD) a day! Think about that for a second when the vending machine at your office is likely asking $2 for a single 20 ounce bottle of Coke! So I Tweeted:

#CSR? @CocaColaCo’s #5X20 is actually #causerelatedmarketing NOT #empowerment for #women! #LiesToldOnTwitter


Artwork by Miranda Coss

Just so we are clear this isn’t a prejudice based in a Coke versus Pepsi (or any of their respective other beverage brands) preference; I am not and have never been a big cola drinker, while I do enjoy the occasional Dr. Brown’s, Izze or Orangina I would be willing to bet that my consumption of these amounts to less than a total of ten 16 ounce servings in any given YEAR. I think you should read this about what drinking Coke and Pepsi actually do to the body, and I can only hope you start to view your habit with a little more caution toward your health (or that of your kids and grandkids.

But I digress; this post is not primarily concerned with our beverage choices but the use of public relations to obfuscate the reality of Coca-Cola (and other multinational corporations) when it comes to legitimate social responsibility practices.  By leveraging social media, optimization of search engine results with technical acumen, strategic thought  and proactive and diligent management Coca-Cola is, to a large degree, successfully controlling its message.  To underscore my point, I just did a Imagesearch on Google “Coca-Cola environmental impact” of the 3.3 million results, (Google is the most popular SE in terms of use – see graph) on the first page of results ‘above the page break’ Coca-Cola has ensured their placement in three of the top five results – Wikipedia comes in at the #2 spot and at #5 is KillerCoke.org. (According to MarketShareHitsLink.com, October 2010, 75% of users never scroll past the first page of search results, which is why having a strategic communications plan that includes Web 2.0 for brand enrichment is so critical in our hyper-connected world.)

So what results are you, the consumer or a journalist doing research, going to get when a desire suddenly seizes you to learn more? Unless you are willing to dig deep – you would never discover that despite their “plant based” bottle PR campaigns that the resulting Imagebottles which both Pepsi and Coke are hyping as being eco-friendly are STILL chemically the same, absolutely identical to the polyethylene terepthalate, or PET, and high-density polyethylene, or HDPE, that regular plastic bottles are made of: these carry the same negative human health and environmental impacts as plastic made from fossil fuels. And yet the messaging makes those of you drinking the 14 (yes, fourteen different) billion (USD) brands from Pepsi   or the 108 (yes, ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT!) beverage brands from Coca-Cola with all those plastic bottles going into the environment, all those trillions of empty calories being consumed, all the resources used and subsequent negative impact on the planet – in particular water use feel a bit righteous in your consumer choice – my darlings you have absolutely no reason to!

“Drinking” water in Ghana

I am not anti-Capitalism, but I have never, ethically, been able to use my skills and passion to promote an employer or a client whose business I did not fully respect (ie, prostitute myself for a paycheck).  I recently had a conversation with the CEO and founder of a technology firm whose platform is designed to help (genuinely) lift the bottom 3 billion of humankind out of poverty – the same number who also do not have access to clean drinking water or basic sanitation, the identical target market for doubling Coca-Cola’s business by 2020 for whom it will actually be cheaper to drink a cola beverage than to drink clean water! It’s fine to make money, it’s fine to make money in emerging markets, it’s a noble and wonderful thing to give a hand-up (rather than a hand-out), but in my mind’s eye it’s NOT FINE to sugar-coat actual objectives to make them more palatable to your consuming public and distort reality.  If Coca-Cola and Pepsi and the rest of their beverage industry brethren REALLY WANT to help empower women then I suggest taking 8% of their annual profits and fund opportunities for education previously unknown to all but a few of the bottom 3 billion of our neighbours or the various efforts to provide clean water around the world, their philanthropic and CSR departments can one stop shop for worthy projects at Charity Water, Water or in this blog post from Huffington .

Corporate Social Responsibility and the companion sustainability protocols are not ’cause related marketing’ (which is what Coca-Cola’s #5X20 actually is), what CSR ‘should be’ truly is the heart and soul, conscience and character of doing the right thing within a corporate environment.

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When we are done mourning – a lesson in impermanence & truth

It’s been said, very likely hundreds of thousands of times, in philosophic as well as brutal business speak – your problems always follow you. Yes, but –

“There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.”
~ Buddha

Everything is impermanent. The truth is sometimes the emotional strength necessary to extricate ourselves is found in circumstances beyond our control, a final wake-up call dawnwhere the universe provides the mechanism for a karmic smackdown which demands that we actually MOVE or be forever stuck in a place that is filled with angst.

I have an ugly anniversary coming up.  An anniversary that still niggles at my being, catches me off guard and can reduce me to tears – sometimes it is ‘just’ my throat constricting and catching, sometimes sobs or tears of the kind that well up and spill over like the water at the edge of a mill pond race, thankfully, less frequently now, tears that I can’t seem to stop no matter how much I might wish to control them – even more than a decade later.  Anything can set me off, seeing a ‘normal family’ circumstance over-flowing in tenderness, reading gorgeous words from an anonymous father to his daughter, picking up on the tension in the air between people clearly part of a familial unit who I don’t know as well as those that I sometimes do, snark-y words expressed – all can serve as a catalyst for my ‘going to ground’; my emotional response isn’t one of anger or jealousy or longing but it is a difficult pain to process, escape from proximity is my only recourse as neither wretched vulnerability nor confrontation are within my comfort zone.

Nice people don’t trash talk about other people, let alone their own family. Really nice people iron-lock-old-wooden-door-portraitwouldn’t dream of expanding the cosmic contamination of negative energy by mentioning ‘from personal experience’ in a passing conversation – it’s bad karma; I am a really nice person.  But my threshold of silence is slipping away from me, even as I have tried to slam home the iron pin in the stone doorway to the house of beauty I try to live in each day.

Oh gosh, I know that my position is far from unique and better than that of a lot of people.  By most standards it was a normal childhood in the middle class America of the 1960s and 1970s. I wasn’t physically abused or sexually molested and while it took me until I was 39 to realise that my parents drank far more alcohol than anyone I knew as an adult living in Boston, I had known for years and years that I was the outsider to the dynamic triangulation formed by my (younger) brother and my parents.  I distinctly recall the epiphany I had in the Thorold, Ontario, Canada ice rink (age 11) where my brother was playing hockey – they shared some huge karmic drama which didn’t include me.  Though I confess it has made me less receptive to letting people truly ‘in’ than intended my karma has clearly been to learn self-reliance (in all things) and to leave the room lighter than it was when I came into it.

Tacitly verboten in my childhood home was not sharing – a ‘what’s said in this room, stays in this room’ philosophy that I am grateful for learning because I keep the confidences of others like a sacred trust.  It is so much more polite to smile nicely and discretely change the subject then it is to admit to being from an environment of dysfunction of any kind. Besides, who really wants to hear such melodrama? 2002, in the weeks following Thanksgiving and leading up to New Year’s Day, I fell out with my parents, eventually severing all ties with them, no text, emails, or words spoken since.  I tried for the first couple of years to send greeting cards on the appropriate days, to no avail. What’s lost sometimes should not be found again.

I speak of it infrequently and I try not to dwell on it, I didn’t even include a reference to it in my book (written three years ago) much to the surprise of many who knew my circumstances.  Finally, pushed to the absolute limits of being treated like a second class citizen, denied, ignored and ridiculed because I was born out of some archaic preferred sequence of letting goprimogeniture my father held dear and with far too many ideas and opinions and too much independence for ‘a girl’ I stood up and said enough.  The final straw coming as my father cornered me in his garage, raised his fist threatening to hit me and said, “Someone should have put you in your place a long time ago you little bitch.” My last words included dropping my first and only F-bomb at him and promising to have him arrested for assault on New Year’s Day if he hit me.

My ‘white lighter’ friends know that I am a receptor and try to keep my energy safe but if I haven’t figured out how to protect myself from such haunting memories how can even a small army of capable loving people bathe me in sheltering light? I think that it’s really enough to have held this inside me for so long and in doing so, not give myself the liberty to be free of the shackles and chains that cut into my soul like a huge bleeding abscess. The debris of all this is that real intimacy is hard won for me, harder still to accept because I have this deeply embedded belief that if my blood relatives could be so indifferent what could possibly make anyone I let into my life really wish to ‘stay’.  I know people who collect people, in some cases tens of thousands of them through social media outlets, I am not one of them; on one hand can be counted the people I trust implicitly.  If I let you in and in time I sever all ties it is because I recognise that the role that my presence played in your life has been fulfilled – people come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime.  Equally so, I have established inviolable boundaries around mutual respect – to quote Jane Austen’s Lizzie from Pride & Prejudice, “My good opinion once lost is lost forever.”

It can be embarrassing for me to be in the midst of really happy family dynamics because I know, ripping across my soul is a searing pain that should be apparent to everyone breathing, that I am an outlier to their experience of civility (even in the face of stress) and more so to their very genuine warmth. It fills me with a beautiful ache to bear witness to such love. As a child we always think no one can see what we are experiencing, that we are so very good at hiding the truth by being bright as a penny in the sunlight.  In the last couple of years childhood friends, friends of my parents who no longer speak to them, even my ex-husband have shared their perspective on my family with transparency that stilled my breath.  Their words were like falling through ice into shockingly cold water – perhaps more painful for the idea that I had gone through it alone, yet they all saw.

My reality is that I have stayed in this emotionally bereft place too long – it is largely because I am the eternal optimist that I haven’t wrest myself loose and unstuck myself.  I hoped, against all odds, logic, and years of experience that somehow I would be included in the lives of my niece and nephew, but it’s patently clear it’s never going to happen in the way I would like it to.

A man I met on the ski lift wrote a magnificent poem about me and sent it along weeks after our shared day of white powder:


sadness already cuts in so many ways

soar to the top and speak with the sun

frolic in life – leave nothing undone

eyes with laughter and soul with a song

the essence of living so warm and so strong


My New Year’s 2014 resolution was not to run away, but toward ‘leaving nothing undone’ and finally put all the pain of being born into the wrong family on the other side of a vast ocean. Here now at the end of 2014 I am in Croatia, cleansing my soul and body in the healing waters of the Adriatic. To own my truth and not only start ‘the walk’ but finish it.  Distance doesn’t provide a guarantee of being emotionally safe but inaccessibility does offer me a brilliant excuse for not subjecting myself to the harm of longing for something normal with my blood relations.

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Does Water Have Memory?

First published simply as Water 29 July 2013 – revised.


I am listening to George Frideric Handel’s masterful Water Music  first performed in the open air on the River Thames, as requested by King George I, on 17 July 1717.  (Note to all, certain music can be RELEVANT after 300 years!) As a fan of Baroque music this not the first, nor will it be the last time these three suites of elegance will grace my ear drums, make my heart swell and transport me, but it is the first time I have actively considered the resonance of the music on its environment.water memory  

Recently I stumbled upon a bit theoretic science which suggests that water might have memory.  Sadly, it seems that this has been debunked but, from an esoteric perspective, and for the future of the planet’s health, I want to explore this a bit further.


Plitvice Lakes, Croatia

Let’s take what we know. At its most basic – the four most common elements Hydrogen, Helium, Oxygen and Carbon – combined in various permutations make up most of our Earth.  It has ever been that when one part Hydrogen meets up with two parts Oxygen water will be the consistent net result even as variations of minerals and other elements provide distinct terroir.  We also know that all the material which makes up our planet has been ‘here’ for millions and millions of years – ever recycled, reused, reimagined by the Earth, and in the last 150 years or so by man through our industrialization of said material.  Further, our human body, like other animals, is largely made up of water.  Neurons in our brains use a combination of impulses unique to each memory to imprint them in specific sequence to hardwire these to our memories. Some, such as those associated with smell, seem to have more ‘staying power’ (we recall immediately who wore a certain fragrance or as we smell the ocean again our first trip to the sea comes back to us ‘as yesterday’) and others with chemical receptors that we can’t even consciously detect guide everything from Monarch butterflies to our selection of a mate. It ‘stands to reason’ with all that recycling, as water has coursed through our bodies and that of other animals, watered plant-stocks and food sources, traveled through dirt, and sand and rock back into the aqua-filter to reemerge ‘filtered and cleansed’ in streams, rivers, lakes, seas and oceans that just as we can still find traces of industrial chemicals and various pharmaceuticals after all this why should we be so quick to assume that water doesn’t take on a memory of where it has been, both good and bad.

water pollutionOur planet is in peril. Only a scant percentage of the population still puts aside material concerns to steward the earth, to protect it, to revere it, to reclaim it – and, because these have been largely eco-warriors whose semantics are often extreme the rest of the world’s population tends to turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to all of it. We cannot continue to be ignorant, mute, and indifferent.

In my heart of hearts I fervently wish it was possible, as the late French immunologist Dr. Jacques Benveniste suggested in his controversial article 1988 published in Nature, that in simply swishing flowers through our most common elements we could replace all the negative memory and remaining ‘footprints’ with beauty and harmonic energy to water – but I am a realist.  Our waters, belonging to all but controlled and mismanaged by a few, have rapidly become the single most important focus of security issues on a global basis.  People like Dr. Wallace J. Nichols and his brethren ask not only the right questions but have at least some of the answers. We are fools if we fail to grasp that the planet and its waters carry an imprimatur of each and every one of our actions and we still do nothing to foster change. (I cannot encourage you enough to at least learn about the efforts of the Dr. Nichols as the 7 water organizations everyone should know about.)

If the waters of Thames some three hundreds on still carry the strains of Handel’s Water Music then perhaps there is hope for renewal, for purity and most especially for replacing painful memories with most beautiful ones.

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