'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
i know, i should have resigned, my body bears all and i didn't know how to be kind.
and all my fears, they swept through me and my fingers knew well both his body and mine, though i was unkind, so dreadfully unkind --
and washing salt from my face, i know all too well -- i cannot wash everything away and i am bound to my fears and my tears could not wash the ocean away.
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