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Heredity The lamp that hangs from the ceiling is made locally, one of a kind, and it shines bright. On the wall hangs its shadow, as shadows go it is strong and has many details. The shadow too has a shadow, a bit to the left, this one is shifty pale, but one can still see where it originated. Alas, the shadow´s shadow too has a shadow, so pale it hard to see its ancestor was a lamp as it disappears into the white wall and history. A memory of – once upon a time –a dynasty, until a new locally made lamp appears, one that is not mass produced, and has its own bright light.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/22/2013 6:56:00 AM
Jan - Your mind is a wonderful thing. I always wonder how long it will take for me to go unremembered in life's timeline. I love how your use if shadows." This is beautiful dear Jan. love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 3/22/2013 10:33:00 AM
thank you Kathy

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