For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.
For now is my grief heavier than the sands of the seas, she thought. This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life.
She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.
Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and has powers of reality.
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