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From the walls of the digital cave,
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What is more majestic than reality?
I began to grow up in books,
in the promise of a world of wonders,
a place for meeting with adventure.
I imagined the look and feel and taste
of everything at once. It lived across
the page, what was more alive than that?
On a perfectly sunny morning,
somewhere on a winter road,
I almost passed a snowy owl waiting.
On a post high enough above the ground,
it sat, so still, a white that can’t be painted.
Only one of us thought to be awed.
I carry the books with me always,
knowing now they were filled with
descriptions of things seen and unseen…
