When I try to picture for myself what a happy life might look like, the picture hasn’t changed very much since I was a child—a house with flowers and trees around it, and a river nearby, and a room full of books, and someone there to love me, that’s all.
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The truth, according to Finisia, was simple: our purpose on earth is to tend and keep the garden of God’s original planting.
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What did we have a right to expect from this life? What were the terms of the contract?
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