Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ... at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem... I look into my closed mind , to see if I can walk the night ... to bridge the gap , to keep close to me , the warm, life giving light... I look outside my window broken ... and what remains of this life ... kneading and treading the old paths, cognizant and privy to the new .... with a measure of heart, standing... with shields of Faith, Hope and Love, I will traverse the landscapes before me, those paths most welcome...and those not.
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