Aerials of Welkin: 2 of 7
Ageless stranger of the Earth, He walks alone, no hope for mirth. A victor once, the world moved on; His powers frayed, a desperate song [now plays on . . .] Then doors, Oh Doors! Choices, Oh Choices! But where's the key? And who are those voices? The path of this world ends, But infinite others twist and bend.
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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