Edgewalker, she be living in liminal space, home for a constant seeker, a constant traveler, a constant outsider - looking in. Peering through windows of others' places, others' spaces, lighting match, after match, after match to light . . . Light fades and sparks dim, weary illusions fade; bright, warmth of life fades into rain-soaked dreams, Return to mists, greys of liminal spaces, for a constant outsider, a constant traveler, a constant seeker, bones whisper, it's time - time to come home.
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