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I awoke listing to starboard having been a'sea for five days.
Nothing of sustenance like unto this before. I thought I
heard water running, and it was raining outside. But for
two times twenty I was alone and repentant. Where
else could I have gone? It was, in both ways, the ending
and the start, yet people still talked of old things.
I swore I'd never enter such debate again.
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I manage to leave marks in stones and writings on
the walls of caves - things to recognize; things
people would see. Yet earnestness like this is
such a fragile item : glass, gold, the chalice,
and each ready for the breaking anew.
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