
Ember
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“So, wander elsewhere, nurse what is, a faint ember.”
De liefde maeckte van den smidt eenen schilder.

Coming soon
“So, wander elsewhere, nurse what is, a faint ember.”

“Question queued: whose fault is this?”

“Sincerely, futilely, wretchedly yours. In beating sorrow and purest grief.”

“See the mother, age sixty-four. See her daughter, age thirty.”