Something a bit new for tonight.
I had an hour or so where I felt what can only describe as complete despair. I shuffled around my little house for a while, until thankfully it passed.
I don't want to feel like that ever again. At least Edmond Dantès had a little bit of company.
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.” - WB Yeats
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