A man, though husked and withered, stands
Amidst the dark shadows, careless, free
Had let out his lantern light in silence, still, he sees
Descending angels, hidden in the night
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Reivax Camlost (
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Some of us see the beauty of the world even in dim light and in spite of our afflictions. Thanks for sharing.
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