"The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.

Listen: it’s got to be all honeymoon, always. Either heaven, or hell: no comfortable safe peaceful purgatory between for you and me to wait in until good behavior or forbearance or shame or repentance overtakes us.
~ William Faulkner ~












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