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October 2, 2008
it’s hard to soar with the eagles when my hands are bloodstained from clutching at the mountain I want so much to fly and fear the fall were I to release my hold it would be long and calamitous but I see them sail effortlessly upon the wind their songs of joy assail my soul (once it had its own) and I weep purpose failed direction lost I lay huddled against this Rock unable to do more than breathe longing for my chance though it never come again
even so I will praise my God
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