And a guard at the gate who will give his life to ensure your peace.

This is the old way.

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I am old-fashioned.

It happens.

Same answer today a yesterday. Nothing wrong with this.

Raised by grandma to be a guard. No one worth guarding though. No one who takes joy in tending and nurturing the garden I would die to protect.

So my cage remains austere a fortress for my spirit and a temple to a lost era and way