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shriek of a wounded bird wingless shards on hardwood floor he bumped another wineglass

Dovina 3-Oct-09/5:04 PM
Good day, fair Prince. Long nights and cold have I endured here in the tower. They no longer pass, those friendly voices, those noble horsemen with whom I consorted in their passing. But now thou hast called to me, and thy words are fresh and comely. How I wish for their return and your staying comfort. For the way it was, I long. And that the void were not so broad.




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