Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and luxury, but the Soul of methe wild, restless, breathless, discontented soul of menever sat down before in all its lifeI say, until my frightened hand cuddled into his broken one. I tell you I don't pretend to explain it, I don't pretend to account for it; all I know isthat smothering there under all that horrible wreckage and everythingthe instant my hand went home to his, the most absolute sense of serenity and contentment went over me.

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  • Peace — The pursuit of harmony, reconciliation, and inner calm

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