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HOLLOWED JUSTICE

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peeling columns stand~ whispering verdicts of dust through my cracked windows. The gavel’s ghost still echoes in the hollows of our laws.
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Gauthier Avatar
March 27, 2026 at 6:22 PM
Like that this can be interpreted on the personal level ~ sometimes we are rigid with ourselves and others by imposing rules, conditions and "laws" and must live with the resulting consequences.
DiMino Avatar
March 17, 2026 at 10:40 AM
Well done, Sara; I often say, the last job I would want is that of being a judge. A heavy gavel.
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