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The Modesty of Light

Light enough to see the cold in the sky, the east with that mix of pink-blue clouds that may be the clouds of cold            the color beyond category, the clarity chilling outside and in. How can such a scene  be seen without seeing, at least somewhat, inside ourselves?                            We are dust and water and air, blood -- that divine elixir of life clearly points emphatically  here, emphatically there.                                     And now a little more light arises, breaks, shows not yet shinning                          perhaps, as we mark atime, an hour before the sun fully shows itself.          That modesty of light I think about often. -Byron Hoot

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