DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“That would be fine.” Though he doubted on the other front, considering Bastien’s soul was with the Voice, and couldn’t be in conjunction with Ludo or Mort, but he wasn’t going to press the issue again. Instead, he watched as the packages were settled on his front porch, neat, tidy, and decorated for whatever spirits happened to pass.
He nearly snorted at the notions of his ‘openness’, considering how much he’d reined everything in. But he nodded and accepted the compliment as best he could, eyes going upwards and towards the snow drifting along. “Good luck.” Especially with the foundation of his ideas; for it might have been too little, too late now.
{FIN}
He nearly snorted at the notions of his ‘openness’, considering how much he’d reined everything in. But he nodded and accepted the compliment as best he could, eyes going upwards and towards the snow drifting along. “Good luck.” Especially with the foundation of his ideas; for it might have been too little, too late now.
{FIN}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
