Saturday, December 7, 2013

Light

Light.  Rectilinear propagation.  By the light of the moon.  Turn out the lights when you leave.  Move the lamp closer to get better light.  You’re standing in my light.  Throw some light on the situation.  In light of this information.  Saw the situation in a different light.  My son is the light of my life.  A room becomes light when the shutters are open.  Light a fire under him.  And sometimes there’s light at the end of the tunnel. 

Light.










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