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Hiding From The Past And then there came a knock at my door, and this time I chose to look before opening it to see who was there. Usually I don't really care, I'll swing it open to anyone, but this time my wonder came undone and I took a peek at fate before I greeted it with an open door. I looked and saw a piece of past I thought I had left behind at last. But yesterday has a certain knack, like gravity does, to call you back either gently or with sudden fall. But this time I didn't heed the call. I hid in silence, (but for prayer), and convinced the past I wasn't there. |
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