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FEAR My heart is uneasy with the calm today. Things are quiet. I am comfortable. Life is good. I think I am content. But do we know we’re content when we are or only by comparison to more difficult times? I am used to turmoil. I expect it. I welcome it. Turmoil is familiar to me. I love it for that. The calm overwhelms my contentment with its foreboding quiet, and sends fear of the future into my spirit. I sit in the stillness listening for an echo of misfortunes to come, all the while eating my sweet hope until it is consumed. |
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