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| Chiaroscuro This morning I crossed paths with a young girl- her small round face set in determination, uniform that barely sheltered her from the cold ready for another day of ecclesiastic edification. Strange how I noticed then, the sun and moon both hung in the sky the whiteness of my breath as I dispelled inner warmeth into the cool autumn air. Spectral, half-dead thoughts mingled with dreams of hot, sweet tea. And an olive-skinned girl shivering beneath her skirt. Waiting for her life to begin Expecting wide-eyed revelations hidden among the tedium present in each day. Wide- eyed and trembling I set forth to greet the day. ~ 24 September 2002 |