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*Gliding along
The edge of night
Voiceless
In their sorrow
Silent in the wake
Of remissive waters
Their call
Their beckoning
A flare
To the soundless heavens
Quiet in the assured
Expectation of faith*
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
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*Gliding along
The edge of night
Voiceless
In their sorrow
Silent in the wake
Of remissive waters
Their call
Their beckoning
A flare
To the soundless heavens
Quiet in the assured
Expectation of faith*
~
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