“God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.” – Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi –

What is this? Beau du Pont pulled a little strip of paper out of the crack in the bench, rescuing it from the splintered slab painted thick in a brown with which no chocolate nor coffee would ever be associated. He read the above poetry from the curled little parchment. The rain-warmed concrete smiled up into the bottoms of his feet. The sky sighed down. A row of pigeons lined the electrical wire, drying their wings in the emerging sunlight. With a deep breath of the well-hydrated air, Beau tucked the paper coil into his right shoe and walked into the recruiting office.

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