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| Grief seasoned with sorrow for a past unmended. The wind howls. All doors shut against entreaty. No voice calls my name, no arms hold me safe from pain, unexpected. Unexplained. Adrift, no place to go, no harbour. As it was in the beginning. A slender chain grasped tight, golden shadowed life time of promises. Not broken but forgotten. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. |
| As it was in the beginning |
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