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A stout heart is required - when, in the deepest night, the metaphysical spiders of fear and thoughts of desperate scenarios emerge from their deep hiding places of our semi-subconscious mind - when the heart-warming rays of daylight and sunshine are no longer available to help ward the cold tendrils from encroaching at the edge of our most innermost self.
As even the most fortifying walls of confidence are slowly attacked by soul-stressing isolation - and we are separated from the most sustaining force on the planet - that of human fellowship - we are left to face ourselves, and endure the test of self-discovery - of what metal we have forged in the fires of our soul - as we face the relentless mirror, through the long dark night, of who we really are, as individuals - and of what kind of stuff with which we ourselves have been forged.
But, dawn will return, the sun will rise - and while still yet distant and far removed - bonds of fellowship may still be called upon - though walls and distance may intervene.
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