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Archeology of Understanding
In the quiet aftermath, the word "quit" echoes,
A heavy silence in the corridors of memory.
A single word, a door to myriad pathways,
Each avenue intertwining, meandering through the fog.
Clues lie hidden in the shadows cast by our verses,
Fleeting glimpses of understanding,
Yet certainty eludes us, at every turn it seems:
Answers remain just out of reach.
...Tuesday 19th November 2024 10:45 am
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