I invited my shadow in from the light. Now it sits at my table eating my food. It wears my clothes. It speaks for me. It sleeps while I pace the floor, awake. Like night itself, it grows gradually darker and more solid. I grow pale and seem not to exist. Now, light passes through me and my shadow has a shadow. I walk through the world unseen,
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Hm. The last line of this incrdible passage caught my attention. I believe it to be true. Excellent writing, Mike. You should publish a book.
Peace,
W
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Workin' on it.
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~P
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strong strong write, mike.
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