“ A dream if like a whisper; soft and pleading. It's the trickle that needs to stirred. ”
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“ Battered was my heart in the deep search, branded with cracks like slices of silver birch. An ignorant dream, a wish, just fool's gold that was the tale that love had sold. ”
- Sara Secora- Copy
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“ The wood simpers to the flame, entangled in a dance of ruin. And as do we, my love. ”
- Sara Secora- Copy
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