"...the only certain thing at all is the worn path. The habit of love cuts through confusion and stumbles or contrives its way out of difficulty. It remembers the way even when it forgets, for a dumbfounded moment, its reason for being. The path is the thing that matters."
from "Is Phoenix Janckson's Grandson Really Dead?" The Eye of the Story by Eudora Welty
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