Alida

The Atlas

You stand at the threshold,

Sensing the gravity contained within this book.

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The cover, distinct but unspecified,

Tugs at the curiosity of your gut.

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But where, exactly, does that certainty come from?

How can you be so sure

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Of the meaning here,

Longing to be found

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?

As you explore your own terrain,

Allow my collections to serve as lighthouses.

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And, please, knock on my door if you feel called.

You need not travel alone.