Not chaos, not the darkest pit of the lowest Erebus,
Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out
By help of dreams- can breed such fear and awe
As fall upon us often when we look
Into our minds, into the mind of man
My haunt, and the main region of my song.
- William Wordsworth (1798-1800)
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BlackTengu
Oct 26, 2019 01:25PM
I don't have a set date for when chapters will be going up but I will let you know when they are going to be posted. Right now work is just starting to get busy since the holidays are coming up and I...View all Conversations
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