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Wednesday, December 6, 2006

On Golden Pond

2006.Dec.06 Wednesday

 There is nothing but water in the holy pools. I know, I have been swimming there. All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can’t say a word. I know, I have been crying out to them. The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words. I looked through their covers one day sideways. [...]

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