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“As a child, I would spend many silent hours in my grandfather's garden lying on the earth and looking at the flowers and plants. I would watch the shadows of the trees move and change on the lawn, observe a baby bird learn to fly and sometimes I thought I could see a flower open, in those moments I began to confirm my suspicion that there was something beyond that which I could see; and although invisible and intangible, I could sense that unseen presence, know somehow that it was connected to the place of spirit and the divine in me.”  -Nancy Azara

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