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October 2, 2010

A metaphor for some

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On the surface, in the clearing of a lovely glade, the well appeared peaceful and pristine; the joints neatly mortared, the foliage trimmed—presented for inspection. Yet far below, past the point that eyes could see, deeper than even light cared to venture, dank darkness had settled. And waited.

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