Friday, June 20, 2014
Dark Vestibule Comments
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She had wanted to be devout:
But the church itself whispered in ghosts,
And listed in wind, with a strange keening;
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8/18/2025 4:40:25 AM # 1.0.0
I feel something in these words I can not readily explain, rather like - yet not fully - the aura of sitting at the edge of rushing water, looking at one particular place in the stream, and realizing every second what you see, though appearing similar, is in fact continuously something brand new. Deep words Patti; you ever amaze me. Thank you. I am a fan!