"I am alone. Once in a hundred years my lips are opened, my voice echoes mournfully across the desert earth, and no one hears. And you, poor lights of the marsh, you do not hear me. You are engendered at sunset in the putrid mud, and flit wavering about the lake till dawn, unconscious, unreasoning, unwarmed by the breath of life." "For some reason, I feel with all my soul that you are near to me. help me! help me, or I shall do something foolish and mock at my life, and ruin it."
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 15:43:30 +0000
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