The Shadow

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I remember the day I stepped into the glen, carrying his shadow as sorrow, and so heavy my frail body sank into the marshy ground and I thought how I would have to fight, to shake it off me all my life. The shadow. Which hovered over me hiding the stars and made my heart crack like a fault and my eyes turn into a burn. Flowing and cold. Cold are the shadows, and secret.

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