After days, nay weeks, of friends urging me to emerge from my self-made cocoon 35 feet deep in the rich, aromatic, Gowrie soil, I uncoiled the cotton swaddling and began my ascent. My friends had long returned to their brightly illuminated homes, so I couldn’t tell them how vivid, exhilarating, and valuable the light had been there in the blackness. They would have teased me. But of course one still sees there. One sees better, clearer, sharper. The light is brilliant, undeniable, irrefutable. Because it is inside.
Sue Clayton
29/1/2023 01:46:23 am
And the light dazzles you when you emerge from your cocoon. Comments are closed.
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