Looking thru the window, what do I see? Snowflakes softly falling down from heaven, Smiling faces of little children, Neighbors shoveling scoops of snow away. - 'tis in one scene of Winter Play. Thinking to myself, is everyone happy? Doing what they've been doing thus far, Fulfilling demands placed upon their life is a surety of simple security? - 'tis in a script of Life Play.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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