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Belated Thrones and Unthrown Stones

  He held a dream in quiet hands. We ………….{now, still} listen, wonder if the world will ever be ready to whisper itself some semblance of sane. Do you hear the echoes of that peace? That piece of ourselves we … Continue reading

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