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 My favorite day of the year An unexpected gift The birds of heaven In Praise of WWII veterans The "Tristan chord" On the Eve of the Hearing Dizzy and a Teacup Someone you'd like to meet Between worlds A spirit of reconciliation Wildflower A strong and quiet courage The pleasure of reading A pursuit of beauty The most beautiful equation Creencias: 
        the beliefs of our elders Striking from any angle Collaboration A confluence of faith, art, and cultures The Sacred Thread Dia de los muertos A Tale of Two Mountains A crossing A tribute to Tovi Egret at Sunrise Crockett That Which has Happened a Billion Times and 
        Will Happen a Billion Times Again A Boy and his dog 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 If you havent seen it in person, then maybe in the 
        movies: white smoke rising from a censer swung through the aisles of the 
        cathedral, billowing from a sang-khun during a Buddhist festival, being 
        waved over the body from a smudge stick during a Native American ritual. When WM asked faculty, students, and a group of alumni and campus 
        guests to introduce us to something they found lovely, noble, or 
        worthy of praise, the sense of wonder, respect, and pleasure in 
        their words and images was reminiscent of that incense. Think of the Homecoming 
        bonfire, your classmates and professors silhouetted by flames and telling 
        stories. 
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