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The endless string of summer storms that led me to today
began one afternoon with you, long ago and far away.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last.

I’d give up my soul itself for one
whose light is like the sun.

The abyss yawned — full of stars.

Because hands afraid of loss are the only hands for love.

We'll dance together, so close we're sharing breath.

And the world will be better for this
, that one man, scorned and covered in scars,
still strove, with his last ounce of courage
to reach the unreachable stars!

So come on, let me in, I will be the sun, I will wake you up, I am who I was.

Just when you're about to give up every hope you have, yo turn around. Perched by the stairs, someone's gone and left behind /r/n a brand new pair of scarlet welly boots.

To him do I dedicate this transformation--this victory!

I'll keep the king, keep him safe at bay. I'll keep him safe from the dark things that wait in the house at the top of the rock.

A new dawn— both joyful and terrifying— was already on the horizon.

Am I, my Lord, a monster or sea? Are my bones made of iron, or my flesh of brass?

Please do your best and run toward the destination, an even higher state.

From one infinity he fled into another; and then stumbled.

Behold the birds that make their way across the sky. They remind me of nothing so much as you. You who walk the earth as though you were dancing through air. The one who is worthy to inherit my beloved Septem Romae.

But you know, when you're carrying something real important around, it's easy to lose sight of where you're going. So stop trying to please everyone before you stumble and seriously hurt yourself, okay?

If you would learn to cast an enchantment or work a spell, remember the prime requisite is complete confidence in your ability to do so. The words and actions are mere formalities.

The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last.

The little girl who wanted to make this cruel, twisted world a better place, futile as that is. She's going to get us killed one of these days... but what can I say? I love her. I forgive her.

(we often drink coffee with cream over the abyss)

Stars that sway elysian. Ships that will not moor, lovers who are filled with blood and nothing more. Who could love you like this? Who else will sew you in the stars?

I wet my lips to speak your name. To kiss your hands, curling into the posture of prayer, they could almost have been carved from stone. I swear: If idolatry was my only sin, then it’s because god wasn’t watching.

With you, I could summon the gods and the stars, watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart. And we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears, we were gods, we were kids.

Your death must be loved this much. You have to know the grief—now. Standing by the water’s edge, looking down at the wave touching you.

She looked like a dream scrawled across visible reality.

Come rip up the flesh of my fears! I know your fingernails are the colour of rust, and your veins are empty of dust. But our voices collide with each howl of the tide, singing all hell and its fire waits for us!

Don’t send for me. No need to call, I’ll come inside. Onto my knees I’ll quickly fall down by your side. I’ll tamely wait for your commands and hear them through and treasure every single chance of meeting you.

What I want from the river is what I always want: to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy.

Nothing is far that once was near. Nothing is hid that once was clear. Nothing was God that is not here.