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Midnight Sun

Midnight sunSea foam jaws claw mercilessly At an unyielding peloponneses of barren, cobbled ash Pieces eaten away, battle scars From centuries past The warrior tames the night curl.

"When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly." -Barbara J. Winter

Lost Things.