ceremonious occasions demand brilliance
but expectations of brilliance intimidate, overwhelm, stymy
i felt inspiration's rush
tempered by doubt, born of experience
tempered by doubt, born of experience
i dared not imagine this day
yet the chore done, seems trivial
the bucket looked too big to fill
the first drops felt tiny, and soon i forgot to watch the waterline
the overflowing awoke me to accomplishment
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