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let us be this empty yearning together, this ancient ache of longing, the heart a compass, taking us where, Love is the goal, I'll meet you there
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for my MoM
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light is the language of Star; Star is the language of night; and night is the feeling of ineffable space where the infinite writes insight
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"We don�t see things as they are, we see them as we are." -- Anais Nin
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"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." -- Anton Chekhov
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Sic transit gloria mundi
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: Dermatographic Urticaria
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memory is like a moebious strip in that the act of remembering changes the memory, i.e., "A memory is only as real as the last time you remembered it...
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our heroes are conflicted
hanging cross-wise
riddled with choices
pock-marks on their skin
topographically hardened by
the spirit of humanity
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life is real, only then, when I am -- I write upon realities slippery surface with this my pensive pen, flowing into the resistance of existence - I i..
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