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27 September, 2013

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Courage, Dear Heart.

You don't know the story I'm telling - breathed out in golden shimmers and the faint scent of sandalwood.
Can you hear it? The resonant whispers of something great to come?

I know it aches. 

I know it echoes from the emptiness.

I know.

And I see.

Oh, Dear Heart.

Courage.

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