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Born of thunder...conceived in mist impregnated by moonlight... tears of the gods. No other gem is more perfect for it needs no cutting...no polishing. It carries it's shape in the perfection of the beginning and the ending entwined as one. Created by a life from an irritant of life. He who would find the pearl must dive below the origin of life. Careless handling dulls the fable orient of a pearl. Within the subtle ribbons of dawn dancing just beneath the satin surface... just out of reach...like a dream. Swirling within... like a thousand entwined rainbows is the heart and magic of a pearl. |
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Dying Light In the spectral half light projected by a multitude of pixely fireflies glowing and dying a glorious death In the breadth of a second their ghosts illuminate the path of the messages of Daphinis and Cloe or Tristan and Iseult In a thousand languages Under a thousand flags I have intercepted the dying light of One in Millions.. |
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| � Maggie Higgins |  |
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