One of a pair of rusty hinges on an old five-bar gate. Over time the stresses had proved to be too much. The lower hinge had almost failed and most of the load was now being taken by this one. What power does this metaphor have for you and why?
Solitudes
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I love to hide me on a spot that lies
In solitudes where footsteps find no track
To make intrusions there to sympathize With nature often gazing on the r...
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