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I walk
through a valley
everywhere
there are shadows
of death
scattered bones
defined in layers
s n o w . .
covers
for as far
as the eye can see
glistening
in the moonlight
the dusk
the dawn
the twilight
b l e a c h e d b o n e s
the fallen walkers
of the valley
as I walk
I embrace
the revelations
before me
a n d
all
I can think of
is living
beyond self
beyond vision beyond circumstance
a n d
I F e a r e d N o t . !
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