I AM never alone because cold shadows in my house at my elbow gather near to read over my shoulder and whisper corrections one who copies my words says that I am her paper but I know it is a magician's trick the one where the paper thrown into the air bursts into flame and the doves flying out of the flames are burnt beyond recognition children chant behind them as they slowly walk to what?
"Pilot Dreams His Memories" penned by John Horvath Jr - Posted Friday, December 12, 2003.
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