lanterns
and the inexplicable gift of awareness
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As a child I walked, one late summer evening, down to the river which runs through the village. A gentle stream of locals trickled from their homes and meandered, in hushed tones, to the water’s edge. A faint sense of electricity hung in the darkening air, and those gathered spoke softly, as though careful not to ignite it. The banks were lined by young and old, all nebulous forms in a dusk dimming faster than eyes could adjust to. And then, in the distance, it came; a solitary floating lantern.