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To All The Mornings of the World -Quantum Mutata

I have never felt so warm As in the months of winter. There is Something more substantial in the crispness Of the air and the dryness Of the trees, something that provokes My deepest sympathy. As children We walked through the streets after dark Watching the drunkards sweep The sidewalks with their sleeves. We were not afraid of darkness Or of shadow, But only The silence of our sleep And the awkwardness of dreams. Copyright © 1997-2018 by Benjamin Toney. All rights reserved. Image credit: Central Park Bow Bridge. . . | Francois Roux | United States

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Date: 8/5/2018 3:17:00 PM
I don't think dreams are "awkward", Benjamin, but the way we remember them often is. I love "We were not afraid of darkness/Or of shadow/But only/The silence of our sleep".
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