Passage of Pieces: We Sewed with Our Words. {poetry}
I asked him how he perceived the beauty of creation from his place of darkness. With few words, he showed me that light can exist as much within as without.
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Jerry Beale
All Roads End, Even Circular Ones. {poetry}
She would turn to him and say, "Goodbye, my lover of many lifetimes. Now I must take another road." And she was gone. All roads end.