Who’s There?


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The wind hath felt heavy and deep on mine own skin, as I have felt mine own shadow on the grind creeping from 

behind, as I stoodeth and bethought f’r sec,   

I have asked myself and anyone else who is’t wast hearing;

what is life? wherefore art thou afraid to taketh anoth’r stepeth?

who’r what is stopping thee?