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Controlling a candle flame
Is a lot like meditating,
Except that the malicious intent
Is only seen in your never-ending
Quest for enlightenment.

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Violins, softly eerie in the silence.
Fog is almost heard through the grey.
Shimmering.

"That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name...." (dies off)
She raises her hands (to who?)
And her face, tear-streaked.

Music rises.
Chimes.
Fading.

Bells.

My name is Kate. I am me. They are me. I am them ( Read more... )

Living in a fisheye lens ( Read more... )

The sun sets; I think of you ( Read more... )

Golden hair in golden light ( Read more... )