From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
Now-for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
A.E. Housman: A Shropshire
Lad
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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas
Espiritual'The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas' is a story about a Utopian city. Set in a summer festival, the city of Omelas is a city who's prosperity depends on the perpetual misery of a child hidden below the city. This story is based on Variations on a...
