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Saturday, January 1, 2011
On one way of reading
When I read your words of lament and sorrow, they are dyed silver-blue, deep purple; they are gray like clouds; they shift like rain that falls like pinpricks and darkens the world so slowly, slowly. Every raindrop chills. The fallen water shines in the cloud-filtered light; the fallen words echo in my fog-veiled mind.