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At the end of this blackened night I shall set out on a journey, the likes of which only bards recite. But first I shall gather strength through rest. Then welcome dawn, the messenger, carrier of song of mornings, a gentle breeze through open windows, the smell of rising bread in baking and children’s laughter unmistaken. I must bid thee farewell as my journey is long with shadows of peril awaiting; you must remain strong no matter how long I take, to return from the fields of glory.
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Title Fields of Glory
At the end of this blackened night I shall set out on a journey, the likes of which only bards recite. But first I shall gather strength through rest. Then welcome dawn, the messenger, carrier of song of mornings, a gentle breeze through open windows, the smell of rising bread in baking and children’s laughter unmistaken. I must bid thee farewell as my journey is long with shadows of peril awaiting; you must remain strong no matter how long I take, to return from the fields of glory.
Work type Literary: Other
Tags spilled ink, poetry, creative writing
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Identifier 1405180884201
Entry date May 18, 2014, 10:40 PM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution Non-commercial No Derivatives 3.0
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Author. Holder P Stahlman. Date May 18, 2014.
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