"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." ~ Michelangelo Buonarroti. Shadows dance. They walk. They move amongst us, in silence and in patience. They do not speak. They watch. They wait - in the light of all things that exist in our being. Or so we are taught to believe. How many of us truly emerge from the darkness within us? Or do we simply step out into what we believe to be what we call "light"? For light is a flame - a flame that burns just as bright, burns.
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