"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
Thursday Photo Prompt – Passage #writephoto
From the depth we emerge to the light, hesitant, expecting,
Your hand holds mine: we never thought it would be like this.
We hear faint voices, are those of angels?
We no longer feel the cold, a strange peace invades our souls:
Are we now in Paradise?
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