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the summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree though i walk through the valley of the shadow it sucks the air and looks around for me. the grass speaks. i hear green chanting all day. i will fear no evil, fear no evil. the blades extend and reach my way. the sky breaks it sags and breathes upon my face. in the presence of mine enemies, mine enemies. the world is full of enemies. there is no safe place. ~anne sexton |
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