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That Which Remains Buried
I live withthe nagging feelingthat there remainsburied within me(not far from the surface–like a hastily interred body,in a dollar-store grave)something I thoughtwas dead,that wants–nay, needs–to come out,not to resurrect,but to be given a proper burial. Whatever the identityof this corpse,it's… Continue reading
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Snowfall
Join us for tea? We will sit in silence,sipping and sustainingthe sacredness of the snowflakes,falling just outside the bay window. It's hard to knowwhat is the truer temple–the table we share,or the snowfall inches beyond the glass. Text and image… Continue reading