Can you mock me so, because I wish to believe? Can you attack me so, because I wish to believe? Can you hate me so, because I wish to believe?…
I have not returned to set the bones in my father’s body. I have come, and these with me, we bear the oils and the cloak. Our sisters will make…
Ever since the frosted tops of mountains cut their names into the sky and struck that brilliant chord, making their magnificent sound heard all throughout the land and almost making…
Where roots spread into oblivions,
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