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"Something askew in the tint of the sun on the snow."

"Squeezing the bellows of a squalling bagpipe,
As brutishly and boorishly they bleated a carol..."

--Artorius

"There is an absolute nothing at the heart of Western life."

"THISTLES (Anagrammed Lines)

There, the hills speak inwards.
Spirits walk, harden the heels,
while sharper, naked thistles
skewer shins. The pallid earth
enthrals, like Death’s whisper—
We listen…. The dark has her lips,
this skeletal wind her phrase."

--@Anthony_Etherin

" 'How will I ever know what I regret later if I never do anything, ever?' Liza asked loudly in a perturbed tone."