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As I wandered through the house that sleeps, I could feel what I'd now become, a silent night again for me, Might as well be deaf and dumb.
The day comes near. The excitement high. The night before. The witches fly. People wrapped up in candy. They often forget. Sometimes candy isn't important. But they haven't learnt yet.
I woke up earlier than usual today, I could tell it was going to be a very hot day because the sun shone though my supposedly 'sun block' curtains.
I stand, my face against the wind,. A sentinel of ages,. My eyelids shut, my mouth closed tight,. And trace words on the pages,. My soul a pen, the world a book,.
Today is good. Life is good. I am surrounded by all things wonderful. I have counted my blessings and have found nothing wanting. There is no void. All is light. Then I open my eyes.
The raft was breaking. Just the two of us, on opposite corners, rocking gently, drifting.