the distance between light and shadow, life and death, honor and shame, honor and , is imperceptibly thin, and ever moving.
the silent choke on a wiener, the athsma inhaler on another floor, the stop sign, or hidden cancer, may begin journeys that time cannot and will not measure, or bridge.
let us remember those who have slipped into the shadows, and hang on to those we love, as best we can.
cantus for benjamin britten
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