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The one thing

No one knows freedom like a slave.

         

  Image – Bernd & Hilla Becher, photographic print 2004

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Happiness, but

Not freedom, but the sight of it

in the rolling ocean waves,

not sweetness but a memory of it

warming in a cup of taste,

not rain but its distant tremor

on an afternoon’s fiery haze,

not happiness but the hopeful throb

is what shapes the pearl itself.

     

Photo by thisfruitblogs.com

Photo by thisfruitblogs.com

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