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Lights, warm glow. Sun, burns hole in the floor. Only temporary, a moment and the hole moves on. Now it's on the wall. Inquisitive eyes, on divine face talking to me, "Why are you staring at my shadow?"
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Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
Cysgod
Lights, warm glow. Sun, burns hole in the floor. Only temporary, a moment and the hole moves on. Now it's on the wall. Inquisitive eyes, on divine face talking to me, "Why are you staring at my shadow?"
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Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
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