The Inheritance
Friend,
My mother and my brother,
Unless you tire of the quest for I, Me, Mine,
You can never come to what is Your's because it's also Our's.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
Behold! He stands
behind our wall,
He looks in at the windows,
He shows himself through the lattice.
The Scarlet Thread: Path to the Inheritance.
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