"I had turned my mind from my survival just as a man suffering from a deadly sickness manages by a thousand tricks never to look at death squarely; or ...
Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its endless row of years; and we flow past like Gyoll, on our way to a sea from which we shall return ...
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Photo by Ian Turnell
Time itself is a thing, so it seems to me, that stands solidly like a fence of iron palings with its...
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