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:: a great, silent mystery ::

" ...moreover, the walls of my castle are broken;

the shadows are many, and the wind blows cold

through the broken battlements and casements.

I love the shade and the shadow,

and would be alone with my thoughts when I may."


a spell of quietness...

in the air

a heavy, oppressive

roll of thunder

borne on the wind

which now sighs softly

the gentle cadence of rain

creating a soothing melody

a stillness, a silence

so vast...

merging together into one

great, silent mystery

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