And then there was just the
Cold hand of Darkness,
Greying white sheets,
Turning shreds of light into a
Long, sharp blade
Slick with tears
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Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Solitude
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But Too Well
Romance"His gaze holds mine like a spell, like a dangerous, delirious kind of magic. I swallow, my heart racing, my head filling with panic and confusion and anticipation and an inexplicable, unidentifiable hunger. . ." When Rosalyn Clark moves into her ne...
