tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post3574760019942931526..comments2023-10-20T16:46:35.795+01:00Comments on The Little Wooden Boy: Which Side Are You On? [12.]Mose23http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-49780115736045083262012-11-03T09:31:12.270+00:002012-11-03T09:31:12.270+00:00It was a strange thing, to write that sentence. It...It was a strange thing, to write that sentence. It was a word that used to have a magic force for me. <br /><br />It is a hope, knowing the prescribed shape of life doesn't fit.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-17658861011200952222012-11-02T11:58:19.097+00:002012-11-02T11:58:19.097+00:00Perhaps better to see only the light that seeps in...Perhaps better to see only the light that seeps in between the fingers held over the eyes.<br /><br />Autonomy, another bit of dead intellectual mythology.<br /><br />As the long day closes, all the seats look cheap.<br /><br />But, on the brighter side (said Sam Smiles)... where there's fidgeting, there's hope.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com