it is said that in order to find the light, one must pass thru the darkest hour, my hour lingers with me as my feet freeze, as if I am stuck between rail-road tracks, inside a rocky mountain range, and the light I see at the end of the tunnel, seems to be in tact with an oncoming train. Sign in to see full entry.
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