to the human form divine:
it's always darkest before the dawn.
The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've done fine tonight. Even Death can't spoil it.
from Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
Two Lovers by Biffno
Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?
from Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
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mercy, pity, peace and we_are_cities
The father hesitated only a moment. He felt the vague pain in his chest. If I run, he thought, what will happen? Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we've done fine tonight. Even Death can't spoil it.
from Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
Two Lovers by Biffno
Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?
from Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury
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mercy, pity, peace and we_are_cities