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Twilight

I find myself more in this in-between world where the real and what is imagined become seamless and transcend the edges of the discrete, difference dissolving into meaning It's not fiction I speak of, a made up fantasy to fill a void or soothe a fear but a way of seeing, a glimpse of something that is at the core of being, the formless framework on which the real is hung. It's where the ordinary becomes imbued with mystery and extended twilights amplify a silence within which the world and the soul converse in the timeless language of the universe.

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