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Of Caves and Dreams

Molten, these dreams run, hot, then cold, I, in turn, shift to watch the shadows, balletic ink dancing and lengthening on prehistoric cave walls, and decide that Plato was wrong– We do not mistake shadows for reality, but rather, ourselves, … Continue reading

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