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For whom do we mourn when we weep to the witness of death? ’Tis the deathly departed… Our own death imparted… The desire wholehearted… . . . . to be born when we weep to the witness of sobbing breath. For whom do we plant our purpose beyond pure fated futility? ’Tis the beloved, ’tis … Continue reading Who’s Afraid to Bake A Cake →