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Thursday, March 4, 2010
I Saw a Man, Walking
I saw a man, walking. Not tall or short; not fat or thin; no distinct features, but a shining blur, a luminous presence. He called to me, that blur, that presence; his hand, shimmering like sunlit glass, reached toward me. Slowly my hand extended; I reached to that shimmer and saw the mirror, a darkness surrounded by fire, consumed by light.