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enthralling space, haunting Air

wild with hidden beasts

creeping through the all around

tread i gently

crush the bowing blades of undergrowth, bent backs beneath the heavy icy dew.

eyes up, back to the sides, owls flicker back and forth

darting thoughts, betwixt utter peace and vast unsafe caverns

deep voids

anxious musings

heart alive faith in purity, trust the core of onwards safe positivity

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TO THE LIBRARY. TO THE WORDS OF EDWARD BURKE I THINK

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