Games learned as children are games no more.
Hiding that had been learned at childhood’s door.
Hide we still are,
Near here and there far.
Will we ever be found, will the game never end?
What awaits us around the next bend?
Waiting
Hiding
Seeking no more.
GF Recipes and Writings 
Really heartbreaking poem. Some of the things out there are truly terrifying.
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Agreed. That’s why we write/talk about them – so they lose their frightening power.
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