139

her vulnerability
was indestructible.

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138

the barest of glimpses
would suffice.

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137

in her world, infinity
was just a matter of course.

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136

comfort was not
to be found
in memories,
but in remembering.

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135

the precious
and the inconsequential
were both delicately poised
within her gaze.

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134

even the barren bore fruit
—perhaps only the barren...

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133

humbled,
as all inevitably were,
eventually each had little choice
but to bow their head;
only to discover,
there beneath their feet,
the radiance long-sought
that had, until then, been denied.

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