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LamiumThis is how you live when you have a cold heart. As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock, under the great maple trees.The sun hardly touches me. Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away. Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it glinting through the leaves, erratic, like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.Living things don't all require light in the same degree. Some of us make our own light: a silver leaf like a path no one can use, a shallow lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.But you know this already. You and the others who think you live for truth and, by extension, love all that is cold.
