Don't be afraid of the shadows...

it only means there's a light nearby.

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"--When it was done and you went to sleep, I lay awake and listened to the clock on your nightstand and the wind outside and I understood I was really home, that in bed with you was home, and something that had been getting closer in the dark was suddenly gone. It could not stay. It had been banished. It knew how to come back, I was sure of that, but it could not stay, and I could really go to sleep. My heart cracked with gratitude. I think the first gratitude I have ever really known. I lay there beside you and the tears rolled down the sides of my face onto the pillow. I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between. I don't care if you understand me. Understanding is vastly overrated, but nobody ever gets enough safety. I've never forgotten how safe I felt with that thing gone out of the darkness."

Lisey's Story by Stephen King


Give me your tired, your poor
Give me your children, I'll send them to war
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Shall cry for those who can cry no more

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Shall never again smell the salt of their sea
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me
I'll unleash their anger, you'll savour their screams

The mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Burned on despite the dark of the Games
Is now imprisoned by lightning, and her name
Will vanish with those who dare speak of change.