Friday, June 12, 2020

An Old Country

I cannot say what you saw, but know that that land is haunted and it will swallow the unwary. It breathes, even as you and I, and it knows more than it lets on, for it is an old country, stained with all the long joys and miserys of the world. And it remembers, long beyond the moment. It remembers. ~The World of Aihrde


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