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“And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do to me, to my refuge, yet a…”

“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. F…”

“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”

“Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly w…”