I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.
I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.
It's old light, and there's not much of it. But it is enough to see by.
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.
Stick a shovel into the ground almost anywhere and some horrible thing or other will come to light. Good for trade, we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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