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[title] => Precious Preparation
[time] => 2015-10-07 01:29:13
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[bodytext] => A soft twinkle and a gentle sigh
Too much inside to opt for reply
The spindle breaks from the weight of the wheel
The shroud is woven from glass and steel
I call out in a whisper
The watchful eye of the black crow
On we go
The horizon grows … and fades …
Radiating fear and staggering breaths of courage
The warriors meditate...
It is time.
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