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July 7, 2015
Then it dawns on one...there is no going forth or going back, there's only an indisputable recognizance of a face hardly recognized, for no mirror of reflection within the mind can fathom its features, all creases, furrows, dents, discolorations, expressiveness is lost to the melting vat deep within someone else's soul, the place you forgot was the place of your sacrifice, place of love lost, unbegotten of its own merit, but dug down inside a sinuous cavern, a labyrinth, dark and deep, lacking the scratch of a spelunker's wish to wind its mystery in its palm and be found.