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| When the great plates slip |
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| and the earth shivers and the flaw is seen to lie in what you trusted most |
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| look not to mere solidity, to weighty slabs of concrete poured |
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| or strength of cantilevered beam to save the fractured order. |
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| Trust more the tensile strands of love |
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| that bend and stretch |
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| to hold you in the web of life that's often torn but always healing. |
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| The shifting plates, the restive earth, |
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| your room, your precious life, they all proceed from love, the ground on which we walk together. |








