“The gates glimmered in front: still open. Back to the world again. Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time. Last time I was here was Mrs…

Blessed morning Blessed morning, you cascade Roaring lightfalls in this room. How can pain make me afraid, Dead already, in my tomb? Well, perhaps you can…

“… and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me…
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