"Fallen"
lobb152
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The children of winter must now sleep before they have been given a chance to fall. To feel the suns of tomorrow they must embrace the darkness that is all too forgiving. But their light still shines, only inward. Illuminating the depths concealed by time. Slowly it marches as they run toward themselves. Rebounding rays catching to spark. Holding the eyes of the blind they ransom their sight. With the glory restored they can now dream in shades of moonlight.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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Godfather.