....Then I began to think about that which moves and breathes in "those" places...reflections and echoes upon the dusty periphery...where the shadows dwell, and move, and have their being.
I stopped to scratch through that cool moist soil, and what came forth was sparkling and golden, a realization, that a person finds truth in their connection to all that lives and in the living, itself.
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