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sanctuary
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sanctuary
Light snailed across the stone,
quiet along a side wall
where I stood.
The nave opened outward,
steady in its own pattern,
yet nothing in it called for me.
I stayed near the edge,
following each shift of sound
as it travelled through the high vaults,
confident in its passing.
In this small place,
the day held long enough
for me to listen
and abide.
.
