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In the light
from above
I realise
the slippery ground
on which I stand.
But to move
there is only one
way
- step into swirling
waters.
Solitude was my rock
and there I bared
my soul to my self.
Now the light from above
reminds me
of the shadows
that chased me.
Was I truly alone
and open
and bare?
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