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Past Lives IX
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In MemoriamWith the settling of the dust came the scavengers, picking through the bones of the fallen sentries that had spent their lives watching those who passed by, far below, and who had so carefully guarded what was theirs.In Memoriam
But the ones who had loved the guardians and called them family, these came too. They stepped carefully through what had been a battlefield, searching for the fallen souls with whom they had passed many afternoons, sitting together in amiable silence.
These mourners who came to perform the harsh practicalities of burial rites nevertheless watched for any who might still be saved: nursed car
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High Pressure SodiumPhosphor-gold and glowing Emerging like a string of beads from the cloud lying thick upon them Removed from setting and detail, they put on a cloak of awareness borrowed from the fog, and stand, still and silent Paying respect to the procession of lanterns that wends by unhurried at their feet.High Pressure Sodium
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Without Someone ToAn empty house, uninhabited for years.Without Someone To
Late afternoon light from the winter sun stretches its fingers through the window slats onto stripped and cracked wood floors scratched by decades of shoes.
Scraps of paper dance in the halls robbed of the trappings of context still looking for someone to read.
Empty picture frames line the staircase and the walls upstairs; their contents long-vanished into furtive and temporary hands.
As you pass, you catch instants of colour and form gazing out from the frames, then disappearing: memories grown independe
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Words at 40,000 Feethilltops, vaguely defined, shrouded in sunset's mist -- the ancient's motley, scarred visage, a silent and still testament to experiences long lost and forgotten -- pastels, floating and commingling, gleefully chasing the sun in wordless farewell -- damp sinews tracing the migration paths of creatures that now exist only in the legends we tell by candlelightWords at 40,000 Feet
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