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| [Wednesday, September 15, 2004 at 10:17 pm] |
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It hurts. The simple act of resperation turns into knives which lacerate and tear cruely. Air causes pain, life causes pain and finally death. Its only a small pause though, the breath between notes of an eternal lamentation. For every moment free of anguish an eternity of more tears strech onward.
Nothing should survive through this.
Yet Nienna did. Alone in her home in the West of the World, she curled up in the floor before he window-wall and gazed. From her sanctuary the Valie could see beyond the end of the world, her tear-stained eyes beholding more than any other would ever see. |
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