As sure as every song starts and ends with silence no matter the delicious chaos in between, we will rise. As sure as the tide will kiss eternity at dusk no matter how many times it has been pushed away, we will rise. As sure as those with Hatred in their ear will tell us to stay down no matter that it’s them who long to fall, we will rise.
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Beautiful prose, Callum.
Thank you very much, Audrey 😊
Damn right we’ll rise! Great piece 😀
Success! I went back into my spam folder, refreshed it, and your comment popped up. We got there in the end!
Thanks again for the kind words 🙂