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She was joyfully active Nothing pleased her h wind that caar stuff She laughed and

struggled and grew angry But she loved her solitary days

Then he caht, and she knitted her brows because

of some endless contest between theed It steeled itself The laughter and zest of

the day disappeared froht an unknown battle, unconsciously Still they were

in love with each other, the passion was there But the passion

was consumed in a battle And the deep, fierce unnalowed intensely about them, the world had

put off its clothes and ful, with new, prie spell was cast over her by hi lint of sky and fields, the little

church seeh But on Sundays, when he stayed at hoather on the face of

the earth, the church see, a universe to her, there was a burning of blue and

ruby, a sound of worship about her And when the doors were

opened, and she came out into the world, it was a world

new--created, she stepped into the resurrection of the

world, her heart beating to the memory of the darkness and the

Passion