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August 1, 2008
Wearing a mask.

I hide my face, so that I can let my voice be heard. Who hears? You, for whose sake I hide my face? And if you hear, do you guess at the face behind the mask?

I would unmask for you, if you asked. I would bare my face, my body, my soul. But you will never, I fear, ask again, ask that or anything else of me.

You, stranger in your mask, dance with me. The faces don't matter while the music plays. And when the music stops - perhaps we may, after all, unmask together.