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“My vision starts to fate... The moon slowly raises... And the memory of you will be gone. Just like the night when the new day starts to bloom.”

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“She thought all was good. She was feeling really really happy actually. Though not surprisingly, It only took a matter of five words to make her feel as though her metaphoric beautiful wings had been torn off and shredded. Discarded in a pit among other wings that suffered the same fate. Echoes of words spoken ring through her head. Another sleepless night. Another sadness filled her heart, and where once that light was burning bright in her chest, a blown out candle remains.”

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Author:Jennifer D. Whipple
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“The night is the frenetic fox darting across a roadway in a flash of orange. It is being tailed by the police for a whole fucking mile, with both hands firmly wrapped about the steering wheel. It is spying a shooting star blinking across the horizon, and everybody saying did- you-see-that. The bustling truck-stops. and the blotter- dark nights, when driving safely seems difficult. The fush-fush of cars speeding ahead in an overpass highway. The bloated raccoon knocking the garbage cans over and the waddling lamp-eyed possum strolling past, within a few feet even, as you sit on the front porch and smoke. It is drunken talk at 1 AM, conversation of substance, depth and style, when all errant ideas are concocted. It is fanning motor-heat lathering the chest and skinny legs in the cold car. Sudden, abrupt episodes of fatigue that make you retire to bed earlier than usual. This is the night given to snapshot, light-bath revelations that sends one running for notepad and pen, and repeating, out loud, the premise over and over as you stride. The night is a strange, curdling scream at 3 am, wondering if it is a cat, a coyote, a baby.”

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Book:Tropic of Wonder
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“The horses of darkness and light inside us, are ridden by the men with the same face as ours. The man on the horse of light holds the sword of darkness. And the man on the horse of darkness holds the sword of light. They are at war with each other always, and they get wounded and bleed continuously. But yet, they never die. Every time the blood of the horse of darkness touches the sword of darkness, the strength of it increases. And the same happens with the light too. We are just the mere spectators of the war that never ends. While all the walls inside us, keep getting smeared by the blood of darkness and light.”

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Book:The Musings of Light and Darkness: Collection of words for the wandering souls
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