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Pain was in my heart and red blood ran through the cracks. I could not see the sky nor did I really care that there was one. I was lost in the dark and the dark had convinced me there was no more light. As I climbed the wall, scratching and clawing, I thought I saw blue. In fact, once I saw the sky, I began to reexamine the wall. For the first time it seemed not stained but alive with my juice, not hard but a foundation to climb. It was not the wall and then the sky but The Sky and Her Wall. |
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