Depths and Despair
How long has it been? The question has no meaning. Time is trapped here as surely as I am – whirling about madly but going nowhere. And yet I know the strength is fading from me, the endless circle of seconds wearing me away like a blade against the grindstone. That’s where father is, sharpening his axe so we can cut wood for the winter. That’s why he can’t hear me.
But I can’t wait until…
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