#pg.7

[metamatronic]

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[lythrontiro-argestes]

Above, the stars were unwinking, also constant. Suns and worlds by the million. Dizzying constellations, cold fire in every primary hue.

[circus-of-freaks-webcomic]

Pg. 7

[ashlleydean-blog]

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman

A Thousand Sleeping Suns

[bookdead]

I wonder what Dad said when he heard I tried to put myself six feet under – and failed.