Once more I fall

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I am falling, falling…

The ground crumbles, precarious footholds lost in an avalanche of memories. My mind is a vortex, voices swirl and scream; I am slipping, sliding, desperate for purchase against the inexorable pull of gravity. I am muddy and weary from too much battle.

The night owl will fly tonight. Lisa, hear my call.

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