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  • The year you were not there we looked for you.

    We looked into the past,
    We looked around at the projects still waiting manifest promises of a future, now rendered uncertain, they hurt our eyes.
    Your dreams lay about in almost ancient abandon, so quickly did time begin to lick away the life within them.
    Skeletons became revealed.

    We looked at ourselves.
    What did we want from you that gave away so much of ourselves.
    Were we asking you to carry our weight as well as your own?

    I can only guess where you went.
    I too have been in some poorly lit labyrinths where years are sucked away to be replaced with a void that is insatiable.
    It is hard work getting out.
    The thin thread you leave for yourself is your fragile guide.

    Trust in its direction but not its strength.
    It is you who must carry yourself.
    We will bring you water.
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