What a shadow means to two lovers sitting under a shady tree.
What a shadow means to a scorched, hot desert when a handful of big fluffy clouds drift over it.
The shadow from a trash can that covers the face of a drunk.
The shadows from a flickering fire as they dance about and around two lovers stretched on a thick rug in front of it.
As many times as we’ve all stood in the sunshine, we will all eventually stand in the shadows. Our shadows, do they really belong to us? Are they just visitors from time to time? If the sun doesn’t give us shadows, then a full moon will come along once a month and add its shadows. I think if we were ever to talk to our shadows, the night shadows should be the ones. If for no other reason than that they themselves have been waiting all day to cast their shadows.
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