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In my darkest moments right
smack in the middle of dark comes a measure of full. How does this feel? Like April in Eureka Springs when water begins to trickle out of limestone
hills and goodness over flows. I
begin to walk outside of pain and distance helps me see the folly of staying
in the Same hoping to see the Same change. The colors and lines of ridiculous swallow all
as fear walks out as I leave words to read.
As I leave
