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December to December

“Last December, I did not think of this December As it is. It now troubles me, the unpredictability Of life—it has always been a fact of our being; We are evolving creatures in an evolving world…”

The Breath Of Chance

“I hear drums of war: Drums, they strike, “Tum!” Thundering, Daring my withins to stand The trembles, Trembles, before, I could not bear; Why would I dare now? Stand? On what ground? That yet Trembles with the nearing…”