Sunday, December 4, 2016

A small event


Know that in this bleak afternoon, when the monsters gather in their pride and the world goes forever beyond the horizon: at the crossroads of here—where all of us seem to be—for a moment you lift the mask we all must wear in this place.

And you allow the shadow of your smile to fall upon the Earth and make a solace, a refuge from the light, a subjunctive somewhere for remembrance, a small event of beauty.

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