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however brief, some would still,
occasionally, let the world
reveal itself as luminous.

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168


and there were even times
when all that she could taste
was the bliss of an empty bowl of tea.

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167


her hesitation too
brought forth worlds.

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166


and there were those too
who often without realizing it
took seat upon the remnants of light.

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165


those who remained with lowered gaze
had the opportunity to realize that their shadow
and hers were always one.

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164


she wavered gently between,
so that one always had the choice
whether to drift or drown.

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163


she forgot no one—
even the animals
traced her absence.

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162


unassuming
all flowed into her.

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161


some sought within.
others sought without.
neither, however, seemed to notice
that limits themselves could be luminous.

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"1...2...3..." silently, to themselves,
they counted how many steps it would take
until they would  be washed away.

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just so you know...



Wedding the images of Roxana Ghita with text by Michael Tweed, the beautiful foolishness of things is the gentle companion to however fallible: the revolution of everyday life.

Unless otherwise noted all images © Roxana Ghita, text © Michael Tweed.