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Drenched in water too weighty to rise, or balancing on a precipice above the current of the deep, out of reach, a prayer goes unanswered.   Elements floating, stirring, swirling into perfect harmony. One move too soon and it may sink. So we wait.   Buoyant in...

He Heard Me Think

I can barely perceive the thread of light–the Fisherman’s line cast down into the depths of thought. No hook is needed, only a tiny opening, a single thought, and with its sharp penetration the shadows vanish. The invisible line becomes a Lightbeam, doubt...

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