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| no partners | | I won't act like we haven't all had the dream calling us to follow her ( [ photoset ] )- That obsession to pilgrimage, to trace her steps to the furthest barrens or darkest voids. The story of Her is burned into us all, like a map of relief found only behind darkened, shut lids even after the distant flashes fell silent. This is the plight of the nothing left, trapped still behind our own built, now toppled walls.
We cling to the possibility of the beyond, yet petrify ourselves in place, fearing that hope too could last fall twisted among the others if desolation's borders are just thin fabrications carried on these scorching desert winds.
So we follow. We follow the one they called Letty, she who came after yet before, if only to find where her steps annul. Perhaps at this terminus her great lens on our dim fractured world could be torn aside and the truths of what is left become unfiltered. |
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May he guide you through the wilderness : protect you through the storm;
May he bring you home rejoicing : at the wonders he has shown you;
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