seeing yourself seeing.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
i touch the smooth slate, the rough stone; i set my feet upon the
rocks. i hear the running water, and the simultaneous silence. time stops, and
secrets revealed. a blank page tells more than a 1000 pages of the greatest
story ever told. shafts of light, whispers of wind, i can almost hear them calling to me.
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