How far from Eden’s shadow must we go? foundlings banished, sick with nameless dread, looking always backward, ne’er ahead, longing for the lushness, for the flow of Gihon’s honeyed waters. Now we know. Our seeing eyes perceive we were misled— promised knowledge; given pain instead. How far? How far from Eden must we go? Blood-smeared, sweat-bleared we …
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