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The guard

23 januari, 2022
"protect me from the wind that lately threatens death protect me from despair the trees are blasted bare the coldest rain has come to paint the shadows black and I cannot turn back nor find the winter sun nor shelter from the storm a dark and ghostly form as freighting as the night is looming on the breeze it brings me to my knees to chant a final plea protect me from despair the trees are blasted bare I seek the winter sun my work is not yet done " Barry Middleton
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