And I wonder why the shadow forms so bold at times, so deeply detailed, never leaving. Like that of a mirror portraying a soft figure. Reflecting a stained shadow memory of two intimate beings entwined by darkness and embraced by light. Shadows, how the creation of such romantic cinema can be so. Yet only to find that despite each extract motion and every soft movement, all performs is as it should in life. For the shadow follows always. As does every result, every exhale, every stare, only leading to a restful moment to breathe, again. So I wonder not so much of why the shadow but more, I understand the beauty of it and what shadow offers when the light beams through, a moment in truth.
La Canada
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