March 1, 2012
"I know if whispered all to often, such a thing would lose all faith. Yet I find my self lost of wanting, to feed a fear of any sort. And thus from weavings beyond vision, the words did flutter to mind. I now only hold it foul not to voice such an admirable and mighty syllable. I love you, and find it stranger, moon by moon, how frightfully just it leers!"

— Akil N. DeBerry

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March 1, 2012
Yet what strange knots are these…

I know if whispered all to often, such a thing would lose all faith. Yet I find my self lost of wanting, to feed a fear of any sort. And thus from weavings beyond vision, the words did flutter to mind. I now only hold it foul not to voice such an admirable and mighty syllable. I love you, and find it stranger, moon by moon, how frightfully just it leers!

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