The Respite A harder time is coming. The end of the respite allowed us appears on the skyline. Soon you must tie your shoelace and drive back the dogs to the marshland farms. For the fishes’ entrails have grown cold in the wind. Poorly the light of the lupins burns. Your gaze gropes in the […]
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