My peace is there in the receding mist
when I may cease from treading these long
shifting thresholds
and live the space of a door
that opens and shuts
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
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He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?”
“A component, like a capacitor?”
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