I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.

“Bones are the ones that have to make the journey, fight the monsters…” To be heartless and innocent, light with joy and undarkened by desire. I want to ride magical steeds with a crown of stars and silver swords, the most happy, with Anne Boleyn, before boys and kings. Surely we can reclaim our hearts and heads.

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