Sorry. I know, it's been a month. I haven't been feeling very poetic recently. No creativity whatsoever. Bear with me; it may come back eventually. I did OneWord today, in guilt. I guess I'm thinking in homonyms right now.
A pane of glass is only a small piece of a window. So much pain can be caused by one pane of glass. Even more can be caused by a sliver. Interesting, how pain increases as the size of the cause decreases. Strange.
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- "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more: it is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing." - William Shakespeare (Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5)
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