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:: Thursday, March 06, 2003 ::
Silence
Bricks and dark wood in the incandescent twilight
Candles
Making a path for the cross
Circles
Around and around
The muted tread of softened steps
The rustling of bending knees
Words
Remember that you are dust, and to dust you will return.
Remember that you are dust...
Remember...
Remember...
Remember...
Silence
:: Matt 3/06/2003 01:13:00 AM :: permalink ::
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