When I wake, the sun is just climbing above the clouds, beginning its daily journey. A never-ending journey, one that will continue long after humanity is extinct. For ages it has shone its light over wars and miseries, piercing through the deepest darkness, and yet never able to penetrate the human heart and fill it with its light
Monday, February 10, 2014
GREGOR XANE: Escaping Barcelona by Henry Martin
GREGOR XANE: Escaping Barcelona by Henry Martin: I don't read literary fiction that's much concerned with realism very often. I usually like a bit of the absurd, the surreal, or t...
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