4/29/2007
He walked through the darkness, autumn leaves fell silently
from the trees casting shadows under moonlight fading. Caught in the edges of
the light, they drifted like ghosts into the waters shallows. Dappled light
shimmered from the black which rippled with the contact from the falling
leaves. His reflection danced over the obsidian waters as he crossed the shores
in search of himself.
Looking into the mirrored surface, he finally knew.
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