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There was Life, 

and here was Death.


There were ways,

and here were problems.


There shone hope,

here a bridge of belief:

first embodiment of a prayer.


I walk as slow as the years are to a snail,

forever looking forward

until the right one's gaze

sees *my* eyes

...this time.


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