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  • Burden To mourn

    I can hear footsteps creeping around the corner. The heavy sound of leather soled boots hitting hard concrete, sending my racing heart into overdrive. Closer. Closer. It's almost like being ...

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One by one they went / And, though each laughed as he returned to earth / Their souls were in their eyes.
— Alfred Noyes (Watchers of the Sky)