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Does the holder of a dreamer's true heart, even know the dreamer's name? #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Does the holder of a dreamer’s true heart, even know the dreamer’s name? #thought
My time, to step from time, finally draws near.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
My time, to step from time, finally draws near.
That purring sound, and the look in his ancient eyes…
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
That purring sound, and the look in his ancient eyes…
All that it takes, for government to prevail, is for citizens to blithely echo the words "for the country".
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
All that it takes, for government to prevail, is for citizens to blithely echo the words “for the country”.
Sleep: a fascinating, inexplicable, inescapable waste of time.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Sleep: a fascinating, inexplicable, inescapable waste of time.
Time: something whose passage the young dread, and the old regret.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Time: something whose passage the young dread, and the old regret.
Firm set, on the decoy’s trail, southward.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Firm set, on the decoy’s trail, southward.
Their proximity let Mithial hear the sound of their clawed feet upon the earth, like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Their proximity let Mithial hear the sound of their clawed feet upon the earth, like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground.
Never again, would he relish that sound.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013
Never again, would he relish that sound.
Blood pumped from each, in unison with his thudding heart.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 5, 2013