"Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise."
- In Memoriam by Tennyson
Take It Back To The Start | Tie It To The Raven's Foot | The Cemetary Of Forgotten Posts
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silhouette, n. the dark shape and outline of someone/something visible in restricted light against a brighter background.
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In the library
fingers turn pages slowly.
My soul starts to sing.
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fingers turn pages slowly.
My soul starts to sing.
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We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
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“Legolas Greenleaf, long under tree, In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.”
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