Wandering in a tunnel, no bread nor wine. Stepping in the dark and dew, light is rare to find.
Towards the ending rugged path, a white spot shines. Brighter when it becomes, an exit is clearly defined.
Aligning with the only Way, dead end breaks through the rocky cave. Marching solely with the Truth, abundance is the promised prize.
Blessings.
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