Beatitudine e Amore.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Depend Upon?
I, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms. For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin', and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
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