Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow . . ~ Tennyson
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Stories by Shiver G.R.
The Longest Winter
Real conversations everyone has thought or had but with a twist
