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Ophelia Dusk Sep 2020
No cloud is in the azure sky,
No shadow on thy face,
And all the beauty of the spring
Hath crown'd thee with its grace.

May life for thee be like this day
Unclouded to its close-
And evening no no more of ill
Than this glad dawning knows.
Ophelia Dusk Nov 2020
We're at a loose end, huddled into a tiny corner
We watch all that is around us and all the wheeling wonders of life and all these cycles of night and day and we think
  what the hell are we doing?

We're all linguists in a continent with no languages.

We scrabble around we fight we rage
Trying to expand and grow and explore
but we are so limited!

So limited.

We burn too bright for this world alone.

— The End —