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Sep.15.2013
It seemed like I was chasing my shadow this morning. As sunlight nuzzled the nape of my neck, it appeared to crane, to reach out to the beyond. Contemplation became a tea mug, the foot holding a mirror to the face, almost. Shadows speak a language that is meant to obfuscate. They are like modern...