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The quieter he became,   the more he could feel ... only a single lit candle moved the stillness ...  gripping the void between lucent and obscure darkness ... longing eyes slipped slowly closed as the flicker faded ... inner quietude dimming all light;  the darker it got ... the more vividly he could see ... a nearly silent exhaled sigh let the memories flood ;  leaning into the bereft where there once was light ...he became a timeless silence yearning to understand some of the greater things life unfolds ... from: Becoming Silence ― © H A Rivers all rights reserved