We fear nothing so
much as fear to which we have
not yet put a name...
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I have dreams in which I frantically check every locked door and window, only to discover that one has been silently breached. I don't know what I fear will get in if I'm not vigilant, but the worry continues to plague me!
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The photo above was taken at the prison in Lincoln Castle, England
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I am linking this to Poetry United's, Thursday Think Tank Prompt. For more works about the things we fear, do click on the link below:
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