ashes, ashes...
some of the worst days come when we are nostalgic about something we never really had: true love, certainty, time... our memories hold false...
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some of the worst days come when we are nostalgic about something we never really had: true love, certainty, time... our memories hold false... -
baba yaga's home is the place you go when everything else has fallen apart tucked in twisty trees fenced with stacks of bones bone...
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"It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you...
