Falls short of Niagara
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Unravelling
Once upon a time, in life long ago, the night was a time to sleep and knit up the ravell\’d sleave of care. Now, in this life, my bedroom is the scene of unravelling and savage dreaming and longing for the dawn.
Well met
I have a whim, a slight fancy, if you prefer, to somehow have assembled in a giant hall, or stadium, everyone I met along the way to where I am now. But I do not mean everyone. There are many I never want to see again. Some, indeed, who might even cause me to break