A spiral of smoke

Where the lines converge and the lights merge. Each moment that passes is a class in the art of remembering, To master the minute become as one silent within it and to await the next, but ask what purpose to be virtuous when patience is the limit of life? The Moabite Ruth took God as…

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The likely outcome of dreams

Today I’d like to stay in bed pretending I am six years old and no one’s told me I can’t do that but I know I grew and how time accrues if only to confuse the unwary go on dare me and I’ll do what I said, pretend I am six and stay in my…

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