07 Fev
07.02.2017

So as melancholy falls once more in the town of trees, I make my way I know not where, guided as by my feet on rails. Horror, guilt, still lurches in my entrails, but exhilaration, exultation also pumps my blood, with all that entails.

The Rhymer: an Heredyssey by Douglas Thompson

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