27th April, '09
Sunlight caught in the cobwebs of time,
shimmering, dazzling,
catches my eye,
forming infinite untraceable patterns,
lost in the infiniteness of eternity.
But somewhere suddenly,
a chord is struck,
a memory awakened,
a sliver of silver salvaged,
and history,
clear as a pool,
heavy as dew,
floats into my palms again.
Looking Away
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. . . that story does not make sense. Babies can “report their experience”
and they do. They do so loudly. Persuasively. The “medical establishment”
appare...
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