On the way I join a number of pilgrims bearing tokens of their faith.
I feel the beginning of real courage:
Advent: Poem, "I Clutch" IX. The Bridge
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| A low paved road of well-joined stones leads through woods to a bridge. On the way I join a number of pilgrims bearing tokens of their faith. I feel the beginning of real courage: Advent: Poem, "I Clutch" IX. The Bridge |
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