All is well, all is well, all is well.
As we walk the grounds, creatures scatter and birds sing to warn them. We arrive as calamity, whip through thicket after thicket.
In our wake, the birds signal all clear, and the creatures return. Little do they know they were in no danger. We walk as friends.
Calamity blows through my life. Can I not reason beyond a frightened hare?
All is well, all is well, all is well.
(Letter #2,303)
Daily Letters to God 
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