The Awakening: Emerging Brave

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Friday, October 29, 2004

In The Dark Shadows

In the dark shadows of my own making, Like a cold, windless niche in a stone Cathedral, I walked beside a reflection of truth, A midnight soul, seeing a self - denying a self - And in that place I built a fortress retreat. Then, like some dart from a Promethean bow, I am struck down by simplicity... Sign in to see full entry.

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