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STAINED GLASS STEPS
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She felt the cobblestones like braille beneath her worn boots' sigh,
her shadow stretched, a thin companion, 'neath the bruised-blue sky.
The spires clawed the clouds apart, stone fingers scraping light,
to catch the fractured evening sun in panes of jeweled might.
Her steps grew slow, a pilgrim's pace on faith-eroded ground,
then silence roared – that holy hush where all lost prayers are found.
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