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WHEN I travelled in the day I felt secure, and I did not heed the wonder of thy road, for I was proud of my speed; thy own light stood between me and thy presence.

Now it is night, and I feel thy road at every step in the dark and the scent of flowers filling the silence-like mother's whisper to the child when the light is out.

I hold tight thy hand and thy touch is with me in my loneliness.

 

 

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