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Light shatters against the window pane as I lean against the glass just to feel the chill. I could be no less than the time that has left me, the years layered between here and now. With the silent heart beats that could be numbered to the rhythm of the grandfather clock behind me. I am clouded with the soft memories, vague as they are, full of fields with grass so I high that I would wade through like water or the way the constellations moved just as a life span passes. And within every lightning strike through every storm I have witnessed, I could not have been more calm. Even now...all I can do is light the way into the ever-passing the day.

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[Theresa]

Wow this is really great. I love the imagery, the wording the whole thing. I love the lines:
"With the silent heart beats that could be numbered to the rhythm of the grandfather clock behind me"
And:
"I am clouded with the soft memories, vague as they are, full of fields with grass so I high that I would wade through like water or the way the constellations moved just as a life span passes."
Nicely done.