I was craving a time of peace with the Raven.  I sat in the cavern I had found while walking along an acre of beach.  The cranes flew above my head, a flight that showed they had not a care in the world.  I saw the cave across the dunes and I raced toward it.  The crave of solitude ached my bones as I drew near.  On the walls were carved runes I had not seen before.  Hieroglyphs, Arabic or Latin could not compare to the chaos. What unhinged person or being had marked these walls in vain.  I sat down on the stone floor and soaked up the silence I had earned. I opened up “The Raven” and started to read the words that never fail to move me.  “Nevermore…”

Is that what was written on these walls?  The ravings of a madman?

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