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  • Sometimes light seeks our company

    And appears when we least expect it


    With an air of sharpness and quickening,

    Small and delicate curls of a pause

    Through passages of words, of time, of space

    Floating streams of life

    Upon the destiny of endless

    Turning revolutions in stability of


    And the cycle begins again.
  • Photo was taken with my very old Iphone 3, of an old horse carriage at the Customs House Museum in Clarksville, TN. I am reflected in the glass door and I didn't notice the light reaching into the palm of my hand until I downloaded it onto my computer.
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