| Resolute and proud...to endure the blast of tragedy...winds of sorrow...the past and future racing toward each other...the present, nexus of the pain of their meeting...screams of fear and loss...how a new beginning could go so bad, so quickly...even before evening's dreams faded into the day presenting..already waiting for sleep again...sadly knowing the day would echo into all the tomorrows...fading, leaving no colour or edge...dull acceptance without expectancy... | |
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