Fifty five times before, I made a decision. This fifty sixth time I set it in stone. It was heavy, and the stone got dropped. Now it lies in irreparable pieces.
I'm stepping back, I say my fifysixth goodbye, my first public one.
"His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning." Me too, tomorrow.
The light shines still through the clouds.
Please catch me before I couch it.
People walk around the garden, a circle, each one possibly unaware of the webs that overhang and interlock them.
In choosing this, become seemingly unrelated.
Joyfulness underpins.
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