Of Salutations and Goodbye

April 16, 2018
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Inside our peers, there is a child.

Always a child.

Sometimes a baby, still sleeping.

Inside this land there is a magic, so beautiful.

A war, so pitiful.

Feel from the soil, all those who have walked before you.

Of people who are not quite people and doors which are not quite closed.

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