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Sun, 27 Mar 2005 The sea laps against my shore, the cool ocean breeze blows through my trees. Soon the rain will come and cleanse us all. I'm not an island of one, but one part of an island.
As ashes fall upon my burdened shoulders,
I struggle to go on, my journey is long.
I must not fail, not for my weakness. I shed the ashes;
walk tall with a mighty stride & finish the quest,
for the ash is only as heavy as we let it be.
ca. 2/7/2005
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