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Poem – A Reflection in Time
The child stares into the mirror of the adult he is to become and both wonder why. the adult sees a child running through sand ahead of the waves and the look of amazement when birds take flight the child sees an adult lost black eyes cold and the look of bewilderment when he realizes…
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The Glassmaker is…
calling to me. I guess I should back up from here. What is actually calling me, is me. My internal sense of where I am in life, how I live each day, is awake . It is uneasy with the current state of the within and without. It is pushing back to the surface all…