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You are the bows from which your children
      as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon 
      the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might 
      that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand 
      be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
      so He loves also the bow that is stable.
November 9, 1992 
I am a man who needs a family.  It hurt me deeply to be separated from you and your 
sisters and brother after my divorce from Suzanne.   In fact I became so depressed that 
I came to believe it would end in my death. 
With Love and Respect,



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