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The Stoplight (IV)

In by Chris on July 29, 2010 at 11:03 pm

As the last few pedestrians scrambled across the crosswalk, once again Sheila was hit with that longing – was it just an empty stomach? – to understand how everything in the world interacted like the musicians in a symphony.

There was the red light again, sagging again. The face grew so full that she was sure it would burst. Its deep, round mouth formed slow shapes.

Finally, she was able to hear it speaking. “…glimpsed the stone benches where monks rest while fasting. We asked ourselves, is this knowledge? Facts are not knowledge. The feeling, the experience. I first felt snow when…”


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