| Isaac Clarke. |
| Hi, I'm Anna. I like Space. A lot. For a number of reasons. 'The faintest sigh seems like a balmy wind, all tears are fountains, and the ship herself a hind leaping forward in silence towards the constellation of the Lyra whose stars do not seem to move a fraction of an inch either to right or left and whose distance away is so immense in time and space our minds cannot concieve it. It seems that everything's congealed, fast-frozen in mountains of infinity like specks of diamond dust inside a crystal enfolding eternity in massive halls of endlessness.' (Aniara by Harry Martinson, part of Song 10) |
Log 26
Dominance
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My father died, and then I cried
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
Life is good.
--
My father died, and then I cried
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
--
My father died, and then I cried
But I failed to see-
I'm not alone, to sit on the throne.
He lives inside of me.
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