THERE ARE HANDLES ON BOTH SIDES OF DOORS

Every door is tightly closedabout a dark interior.One window high abovegives but transitory glimpsesof the sun.The shadows cry:"Until some unseen handoutsidewill turn a handle,how can the prisoned oneescape?""Seek to the light," the answer comes.An entering sunbeamrefutes the shadows with its revelation thatthere are handles on both sides of doors.

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