Herman Smorenburg --- Remembrance
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She walked in the mists of the night, shedding her worries (cares) with clothes. Soon she reached the rock, and sat as a statue. Thin and resolute her back stiffened to attention as she peered intently through the way. Out there, somewhere, was that part which would complete her. Breathtaking in her composure and certainty, she had yet to realize that what she sought was so much nearer at hand. Indeed within her very being.
Sure and enough, she had a wisp of memory of what had been. It called to her, and she yearned to recover this. Unlike the stones and pillars she could touch, it would always be just out of reach.
