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Chapter 1
A prison was built by the settlers of a
colony to protect against the perpetrators
of their Utopian society.
The entrance to the prison was a heavy
oaken door with iron bindings. It was
rusted and worn with age.
In front of the uninviting door, there
was a grassy patch with uninviting weeds.
However, in this disturbing atmosphere,
there was a rose bush. It stood on one
side of the door offering some relief from
the troubles one might face upon entering
the prison, or perhaps it would welcome a
prisoner as they returned to society.
It may have been placed there by Anne
Hutchinson, the sainted. In whatever way
it was brought about, it’s there, neverthe-
less giving hope in the midst of peril.
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The wild rose bush stands in
front of the prison door
emanating reassurance.
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