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  • There is a lightness in the dark, faintly, lovingly caressing the horizon’s silhouette, nestled at the far end of the lake. We hope to bridge the distance between darkness and light, holding on to the last fleeting moments, the summer sun long since having set and the sky a tapestry of intermingling blues, purples and blacks, dotted with the pinprick light of dying stars vying to make their presence known across untold spans of distance and time. We are the light. We are being consumed by the darkness. Shadows are more pronounced, creeping along, silent unwanted companions in the forest, amplifying each and every sound, throwing their voices, distracting us from the task at hand. But we are not afraid. We have each other, hands interlocked in an unspoken vow of safety and security, venturing ever onward through the tangled masses, the darkness racing around us, stifling the very light we exude.
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