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		<title>Twilight Mind</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Magic grows in the interstices: / shadowy blades springing / from the hands of statues, / herb and root, flower and fruit]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="no-indent-no-line-above">Magic grows in the interstices:<br />
shadowy blades springing<br />
from the hands of statues,<br />
herb and root, flower and fruit<br />
all soaking in the first light<br />
of the moon, changes kindled<br />
for cure or cruelty. We know less<br />
now than we did, encroaching<br />
darkness blurring our sureties.<br />
Like a tide licking sandy shores,<br />
time circles back to the ends<br />
of beginnings, our best foot<br />
no longer forward, our faith<br />
conjured in silent groves.<br />
We stand on the threshold<br />
and admire the past’s glow<br />
and know our own story<br />
becomes the secret whispered<br />
between worshippers as fireflies<br />
spark wonder among the trees.</p>
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