Catching The Man
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The best medicine I have found is to stand still and look. To fall silent and look. To look and look until what is seen no longer makes sense, until like a word repeated endlessly it falls apart; and then to keep silent and keep looking until it reassembles into its old self again.
Only changed.
Only shifted.
Only glowing.
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Somehow filled with light.
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I offer this to you...
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:39 PM
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a child's arms. a child with painted nails. the victim has all the answers, and waits for one with the patience to listen.
Jim-
There are always some that won't give up their secrets. I am trying to make this one do it, though...
such beauty in the silence of time made still
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