Trabajo y mas Trabajo
There is strangeness in Nature. And charm.
There used to be beauty and truth in it as well, but sadly that is not the case anymore.
There used to be beauty and truth in it as well, but sadly that is not the case anymore.
(Some are still trying to find clues beyond... No luck yet, it looks like the end of knowledge lies low, within old beauty's realm. One can only dream for the summer to come.)
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Verily, thou hast shaken my mind and stirred feelings that lied dormant.
Alas, summer seems to linger always one step beyond the horizon.
Either Summer comes before Autumn finishes this year, or I will personally haunt whoever is in charge of season-making. I can be rather scary if I want, you know.
The wheels of time WILL be re-starting this year (*)
The horizon is near, my friend.
(*) The alternative implies an arguably honorable death at the end of my trust-worthy sword. Whose death has not been decided yet. Very likely, mine...
I'd beg of you to consider me a friend in arms in the hunt for that slippery horizon, your ladyship
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