Sandcastle

Wait for me In the morning dew, Wait for me Under the noon sun. Wait when I’ve sung The last song of eventide, Wait when the rain Bids us hide. Wait when winter Like mourning sighs, Wait when spring teeters Into summer bright. Wait for me, lover, Wait for me to fall again; Wait for…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #21: The Reader

She was like an oasis of quietude in an ocean of cacophony. Bent upon a book, meditating on the world that its gossamer words must have woven around her like a cocoon, she exuded a calm that did not pervade, neither did it intrude upon the bustle around her. It ensconced her like an eggshell…

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