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by Jo HallidayThe doorlight makes a cry into the night. The gaping hole of light is man's warmth, is man's habitation. It is man's death. 01/13/2014 Posted on 01/13/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jo Halliday
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/14/14 at 06:08 PM I have missed your work. This brief piece opens another of your very thoughtful doors. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/14/14 at 10:46 PM Image sharp. Doorlight maybe symbol for life. Perhaps brevity of life suggested as well. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/06/15 at 11:48 PM so profound -- such efficiency and such power all at once...gorgeous to read for your way with words here... |
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