Once upon a time there was a child
of light, transported to two apparent lights not knowing they too were light.
For they had learned to think, and
more, to think about themselves, and every thought was like a colored lens
filtering clear light into
emotional complexions of those optics. But, of course, they still were light and
loved the light
and taught the lamb of light that
came to them to think like them, for that is what they thought was right,
and soon that guiltless light no more was
pure unclouded lucid light but shaded in a singular and separate pattern,
until one sees the light.
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