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A common destiny, burden and shame.
I have been unable to make my visit at the best of times.
Weird shadows in an unfamiliar garden took my attention.
I drank when I could have served, spoke when I should have listened.
The day of days has been and gone.
Now I whisper, slower; as silence in a hightening gale.
As an unattended statue to those who rage fiercer.
As beautiful as it ever was, the familiar garden where I make my home.
I await a visit, desperate to be the perfect host.
A common destiny, I'm thankful, is not yet set in stone.