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Remembering that it happened once,We cannot turn away the thought,As we go out, cold, to our barnsToward the long night’s end, that weOurselves are living in the worldIt happened in when it first happened,That we ourselves, opening a stall(A latch thrown open countless timesBefore), might find them breathing there,Foreknown: the Child bedded in straw,The motherContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 25”