The inexhaustible song of light was indefinable and vaguely recognizable if I had only heard it in words.

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The inexhaustible song of light was indefinable and vaguely recognizable if I had only heard it in words.
I assure you your failings in plain light are the most ordinary.
It was obvious I was too intense. There is just light and dark, all or nothing.
Grit your teeth. for in life, sprouting in the darkness are bright petals of light.
I glanced up and there above me, in smothering embrace of the August night was the moon, pregnant with light.
Colourless days make me want the light in New York.
The roaring void of the universe is a lonesome romance of melted, molten stars standing in the light.
It is such a notion, that light might be an old friend to me.
Look in silence at the light and drink in the ecstasy.
I hope you travel, I beg you to go to the light.