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DW - Postcards from Far Away
He smiles like he always does in her dreams; immortal, ageless, (but doesn’t touch her, or hold her, reminding her that even in her dreams, her desires and wishes are only folly) and says quietly.
“If I had anything left to give, I’d give in.”
She laughs - like a terrible wrenching from her chest, and shakes her head. “No you wouldn ( Read more... ) -
DW - One Hundred Days of Falling Action
It’s just running, he thinks. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter my intent? Whether I’m fleeing the scene or chasing memories?
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On the littlest planet in the galaxy, populated by only three volcanoes and baobab trees, he watches the sunset forty-four times just because he can. Once the sky darkens, it only takes him ( Read more... )