How alike we are,
Underneath the garments of
Pretense and pride.
Holding good with one hand
And evil with the other.
Stranded on the Island of today
The storms of yesterday behind us
The seas of tomorrow a mystery.
How close we are.
A pool of oneness from which
We cannot withdraw.
How comforting it is
Not to be alone.

by Ann Abercrombie

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