MEISSEN WAITS FOR HALF PAST THREE

carefully her shadow looked about for the devil who found itself laying quite comfortably amongst some old tarnished cutlery. here, shadows can recall what tall crystal forgets She placed her knife down alongside the other silver, perfectly still The kingdom is troubled, she smoothed back her curling hair ‘my secret is that you really should not have come back here’ alarmed, I wandered ‘round the room looking for two white stones and hope but instead I found that I am lame with memory. she shook with jellied laughter I implored weakly, just above a whisper, ‘Nevertheless, you must tell me what Juliet said.’

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