Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Sunday, September 06, 2015
sometimes I'm terrified
"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
(Edgar Allan Poe)
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