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  • Lies by Starlight

    I think night is good for many things. Telling lies by starlight, for one. Stories unfold as the moon rises. Tender words lift language from a symphony of silence. In the oblivion of darkness, we lose inhibitions and find words, otherwise misplaced, unknown or formless in days we can’t really remember, when we lose moments before they happen. That’s where truths vanish to, these spaces between letters in gaps rather than the marks. Fascination resides in our being, in finding a missing language, in the pleasure of our make believe when we discover what we love most is to be heard and to say, “Listen to me.”