Far In Our City Grows

~Dedicated to our new beginning
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How do we bear this levity, charged of my mountain and my youth; both strength and envy severed whence she came. Succored long the pressure income, her spare asylum does not bear.

Ease and pressure soothes from toil, as age weeps and lines mold securing wisdom within their folds. Not easy lest we improve imperfect, hest it glorifies challenge and experience is late measured in faith…and thus we’re merry unto its parent halo.

Of good fortune hope is distinguished, and learning scribes our character. So is thus our merger with peace from this soil we’ve grounded, scoured therein its evanescent to become us luck in the hereafter.

And this is my oath that prepares me, far in our city grows; we’re the wind carried upon her draft.