Light and Shadow When nights are full of moon and deep sky, moonlight is in the violin across the lake in the throats of amorous frogs shines in the eyes of lovers and on the backs of beetles puddles on every leaf drips through the branches wavers on the forest floor marks the way across the water What then are the dark shadows moving throughout the moonscape without a source, form or substance swallowing beauty, consuming light? Carolyn Evans Campbell A Roll of the Dice They walk to a drum…
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