De Profundis

| Major Work | Title: De Profundis | | Student Number: 24131858 | Centre Number: 63School Number: 8104 |

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De Profundis 1. Out of the depths of sorrow, despair, etc.
Title: De Profundis
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Everything has it’s Time
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

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2 A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what has been planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to gain, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
7 A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

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Dawn | 3:1
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. There, under the sun she felt herself fall and drift down the hill. Falling like the feathers of a dove; over the town and the grassy bundles of life beneath her feet; amongst the wrecks that didn’t make it on the road, the dumps that didn’t make it to the tip, and the coals that didn’t make it to the fireplace – they were used for warming up to hell instead. Faster falling caught up to the swelling of soiled ground where her toes met a soggy grace. In a moment of clashing with it, she fled for security. To the townspeople she was only a passing wind; the wind that brought hairs to a prick on the back of the neck, the kind that made children whimper in fear, and the kind of wind that made the townspeople aware that an isolato was loose.
The sludge squirmed through her toes