From drafts, June 12th 2010
A grey window upon the land my mind has been put to ease
But mere allowance does not submit me to actions of unthoughtful speed
The beast that worried a mind is no beast and the flower that is cherished is blossiming ever more
Must i think or wait for the approach that shall approach us in time?
The musing that was taken is now certain to my gentle mind
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