Loved this short piece. Hope you are not in this state. It's metaphor is deep in that the light once shed in life now turns to smoke and black. A finalization but also a mark of our past existence. In raising many would think of the soul as it separates from the body, going up to where many see as heaven. I prefer to see it as a transformation and a lasting memory. Lovely
Me carpet is stained each Christmas morning with soot. I knows that much. Some fat guy comes down the chimney once a year. Dunno how he fits in. He must chuck the presents down the chimney, causing the soot in me lounge.
Summat like that! lol.
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Loved this short piece. Hope you are not in this state. It's metaphor is deep in that the light once shed in life now turns to smoke and black. A finalization but also a mark of our past existence. In raising many would think of the soul as it separates from the body, going up to where many see as heaven. I prefer to see it as a transformation and a lasting memory. Lovely
Am hoping as well as it isn't a permanent state. Many thanks Soren.
Me carpet is stained each Christmas morning with soot. I knows that much. Some fat guy comes down the chimney once a year. Dunno how he fits in. He must chuck the presents down the chimney, causing the soot in me lounge.
Summat like that! lol.
Red felt? Tufts of white fur?
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