A day spent living out in the open, beneath the big Pyrenean sky.
A day that began early at dawn when we were woken by cows grazing about our tent and ended at dusk as I cartwheeled in the setting sun.
From its rising to its setting, I have been soaking up every beam of this inescapable, soul-stirring Summer sun.
At a moment when we desperately need healing, it is like a river of love flowing down upon this hurting land.
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