Nostalgia

Absolute Truth

The footsteps of home,they slip across a shiny surfacereflecting back imperfect reality,and in shadow,wisdom is discernible. Blobs of grayfloat like Plato’s shadows,never revealing our destinies.Our words create a chorusof mild melodies,automatic in discordance,charged in harmony;sounds knit togetheras comforting as a thick afghanpassed down through a million handsfrom great, great gran. Wrap yourself in the sounds […]

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