In the House of the Frost Giant.
"Sun odes are erased items.
Time goes,
or a relative, vital era, rose.
O gem!
It’s me…
Tides are erased on us."
--@MerlinaAcevedo
"long after our poor dead friends have lost their place in our hearts, their unvalued dust continues to be mingled, like some base alloy, with the circumstances of the past" --@Daily_Proust
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