I lent the fire my nightmare and it ate up the house.
Afterwards, I oiled the burnt midnight, so the darkness would open silently, and let me pass through.
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3 comments:
Beautiful and profound.
Sigh!
Aah...I love these carts before horses...
one almost misses the profundity of this first time around...
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