![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It is so surprising, is it not, how even the worst happenings of the past acquire a sweetness in the memory. I will not be entranced, since I have seen the destruction of the promises it made. I will not be entranced by the voice, even if it should swell as it did in the days of hope. Maybe there are other lonely voices despairing now. I have heard this pain before, only then it was multiplied many, many times, but that may only be because at that time I was not so alone, so far apart. And even in the decline into the end there are things that remind the longing mind of old beginnings and hold out the promise of new ones, things even like your despair itself. “And where is my solid ground these days? Let us say just that the cycle from birth to decay has been short. ![]()
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