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| Current music: | Led Zeppelin: Bron Y Aur Stomp |
invitation
Thundering clouds came rolling in. They swallowed the last ashen bits of twilight and all I took for gospel dissolved. A silent war staged in 5 days and despite the calamity, I knew the looming light of the stars would outlast us all. Even I worried the luster of this fire would fade. But who woulda thunk those fairy tale truths would hold? Now we're disarmed and soaring, so much higher than the numb and broken souls below.
"Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches
in the soul
and sings the tune
without the words
and never
stops at all"
-- Miss Emily Dickinson
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