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The sight filled the northern sky; the immensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound and fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer.
-Philip Pullman
-Philip Pullman
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Phuck, seeing you in phront of that ever-so-familiar background, wearing the good old blue windstopper...
Geez guy, that's feeding my heart with ever more of this greasy emotion of sticking to a place. Homesickness is what they call my disease and returning what they call its cure... Alone, returning to past is never allowed for us, so our souls hang on to the hope for a reunion in the coming...
Get a hug my Bastard!! The anonymus is a well known to you... ;)
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