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Margaret strolling by King Street Station. Seattle, WA. March 2016
The street-lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.”
T.S. Eliot — Rhapsody on a Windy Night
At night, in the city, every bright point of light — every office window, every neon sign, every streetlight, every reflection off a shop window or a rain-slick street — is a lamp, and we are fireflies flitting around, caught in a mason jar.
We are little soft things, full of hope and moonjelly.
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