I look up into the stars with the gentle sounds of breathing next to me, so why does it make me feel so sad? Guardian Angel I It is dark in this pre-Dawn, with distant light filtering through, mingling with the remaining stars as the mantle withdraws from the skies. I sit on an ancient wall, a perch that stares ...
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