I turned rhapsodic upon entering the sanctum.
The initiation ceremony was exquisite.
My transformation into Ethereal Caretaker is too intense for more soul-baring. But a critical piece of information was not afforded. When must I move on?
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Tradition I confess that apprehension pervades my inner being. It is tinged by life-altering expectations. What compelled me to abandon the bookshop? And for this spot, one which has unnerved me since childhood. Acquiescence rules the night. Lighthouse stairs are robustly ascended. I encounter a saintly figure aglow in floral white. Benevolence personified. Alarm fades to bliss. Her immaculate hand beckons. I shall follow…
I turned rhapsodic upon entering the sanctum. The initiation ceremony was exquisite. My transformation into Ethereal Caretaker is too intense for more soul-baring. But a critical piece of information was not afforded. When must I move on?
Robert Hunt
31/3/2023 08:08:10 pm
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