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Colors Besides Black

There are some other colors besides black, I once said upon my exit from the goths; and yet, when all the world is shades of gray, where people tend to seek polarities, how many days are suited for pastels? For … Continue reading

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Smoke and Mirror: poulter’s measure

The world of late is full of crashing sound and blurry vision, a thunder crash inside a cloud – lost in indecision. Some claim that sunshine lurks around the corner, only waiting for those who dare beyond the haze, past … Continue reading

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Dawn Patrol: deibhidhe

Soon the sound that breaks the day comes to chase our sleep away; and the darkest dreams night grew blink from black into lighter blue. The world, barely recognized through half-open, hazy eyes, wakes slow with us, its warm glow … Continue reading

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When It Comes

When it comes, the night don’t know no difference: right and wrong and that thin line in between. In the dark, you just watch for the lightning. All the rest? Doesn’t matter what you mean. Simple truths in the shadows … Continue reading

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The Loudest Sound

The loudest sound does not echo the longest; the brightest star seems quite dull from afar. No one can judge true beauty from a distance, nor hear a nuance from a mile or two. The greatest deeds are not always … Continue reading

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Not Much of Everything

What is belief except a means to reach beyond the limits safe within our grasp to learn from the unknown what it may teach? If in that fertile darkness, courage fails, as well as our illusions of defense, what is … Continue reading

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Follow

Listen in the dark, and follow where my voice leads on, away, through the woods beyond the hollow where the cheerful sparrows play on into the mist that thickens where the Spanish moss hangs low on the spreading live oak … Continue reading

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