Just recently, there was something that was seen,
but that couldn't be shown. It was there for the rest,
but there were some who had to leave it be, without ever knowing
it was there, except for the one who found it and was forced
to move on. Outside, where this was happening, things,
much like they are, went on and had no recollection
that anything more was added. They continued to listen,
aware of the invocational voice that was immediate to them,
nearest, etched for that day specifically, you would suppose,
but much more stationary than that.
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