d. the notes fascinated me. here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. and i felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. and now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. beauty so shines when given away. the only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.

　　it was a long time before i met the author of the notes.

　　one sunday morning, i was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. the young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." when i saw her i was shocked, since i immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. she was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile withou

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