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As we leave this hallowed place, may our feet remember its feel, So that wherever we walk, we know ourselves to be on hallowed ground.

May we know that we are kin with every soul, every star, every stone and leaf of grass.

And may our words be gentle and our touch be kind.

Blessed be.

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