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There is a barren land which we reach when we have given all we have to give and feel drained to the last drop, and are plodding on without life or freshness, and our hearts are crying out for the quickening touch that renews us inwardly. We cannot live without that touch, and yet somehow we seem too spent to seek it. But we can stretch forth our hands.
