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I will determine whether your spirit is as fragile as a rose in vitro, as a naïve heart, as the truth, or if it is as sturdy as history, as a violin string, as glass— Feburary 2022 Once more Once more, you came knocking on my door. An even and predictable knock it was. Every fortnight, more or less, you come. A joy you instill that's worthy of applause. But you leave.