And before they
all knew it, the room expanded, and they stood there, each anticipating
the others' words: Joe, Violet, Felice. They could see each other, but
they all knew, somehow, instinctively almost - even though I never told
them - that their shadows would be filled, and there was nothing they could
do about it. Until then, that is what they always were to each other: shadows,
blank images without faces, features, mere outlines, meaningless.
A scary moment, really, for anyone: to step out of the dark and into the
light, running the risk that you become transparent and someone sees you
for what you really are. Still, anything was possible.The light would reveal
much. They had to continue the journey.
The initial tension
had left, but they still felt the hand of doubt. They would have to work
to move past the shadows, struggling to remove the blindfolds that everyones
wears to remain in the dark. It would be too easy to just walk away. Listen,
only listen, not just to the words, but how they sound, flow. Let
your feet, words, heart carry you. They seemed to understand, and I had
hope for them always. They would walk together by the end.
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