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HOLDING AND LOVING; A DEVOTED ESSENCE
THAT HAS TO BE ANCHORED AND SANCTIFIED.

» (10th Of October), “Midnight In Ireland.”
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When the booming voice keeps calling
for purity, a truth will be committed.
They are embedded in one another in
a way that is not at all cursed, and they
breathe in every heartbeat that propels
blood flow, forty eight hours after.

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BETWEEN THE AUTUMN BRANCHES—
AND THE WILLOW TREE: DE BLANC FAMILIE. ✲

For this unforgettable moment, it seemed as though they had been floored and that there was sufficient breath on every street to make everything right once more. Were they persuaded that what they’d heard was true? Had they not yielded to the decree? They were eager to get started right away; they had enough guts to put on their shoulder straps and get going at that precise moment. They wouldn’t stop, even frightened that someone might call their name after them on the main thoroughfare. They had connected after ten yards. They followed their path in quiet, yet hand in hand. The silhouette of that day’s feelings was still there. It is a long way off, they reasoned, and a lot may happen between now and October that would satisfy their desire to get underground before the end of fall arrives in October. One above the other, they remained on board for the duration of the only way. The anchor began to move across the waves when the moorings were released a quarter past. The water and breeze were present, and through the veil, a few lights could be seen on the shore. This is all they can recall of the first part of their sail, when a dazzling stream of fire was cast along the sea by a lighthouse.
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