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Resurrection at Hudson Lake
Blindness. I quietly open my eyes. Under the glittering stars, I detect consciousness and vibrancy. There is a certain depth to this darkness, the velvety richness of the night. Ill disposed, I resurrect the forgotten constellations and a myriad of pulsating galaxies. I passed by Hudson Lake today, the icy sidewalks canvassing the town, I felt immune to the cold and the sparkling frost. Powdery Memories, cascade like snow drifts, creating mountains that will never disappear. I plow into this metaphor, sculpturing the texture of love, in this endless winter abyss, still haunted by the spiraling mystical ghost of you.
