To me, darkness is light; light, darkness. As such, all boundaries are illusory, fear of trespass in a world of gates but not fences, concealment and invention at play with honesty and reality. Having disembroiled myself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution, I know not abhorrence, nor dread, nor precept. This is that latest all-risk: An I which mine is for the courage no other to be, if not danger's self.
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