What Are Words?
Feb12

What Are Words?

(12 Fashanos 5115, An aside from the Harp) I feel the crash of her soul the moment her eyes open. She is still so distant, but yet, turns to me. Ach! There is naught I can do for her but be. Here. With her. Her anguish overwhelms everything, burning; everything except my need for her. She drowns in me, and I can but be the instrument of her undoing. “Dear one? Hear how I cherish you. Now. With…you.” There is no...

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