Dust, Clocks and People
“There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What…
“There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What…
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
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