To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists.
People die everyday, and for the most part we are oblivious to that basic fact unless the people who die are close to us. When that happens, a little piece of us goes away too: that part that was…
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists.
People die everyday, and for the most part we are oblivious to that basic fact unless the people who die are close to us. When that happens, a little piece of us goes away too: that part that was…
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