The wall creeps back in the night, like an occupying army invited but unsought. The people had decided, had chosen willing openness over suffocating self-will. But the wall will not fall so easily. It cannot be dismantled from within. So the people pray. They seek the guidance of something outside the wall, something greater, something higher. But when they forgot the song, they also lost most of how to pray. The asking was simple. The receiving was hard. The people were consumed with a seeming paradox: the wall stood in the way of prayer, but only prayer could remove it. And so the people pray.
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