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by Stormbringer » Wed Aug 13, 2025 3:31 pm
I'm just staying inside with the windows open, grimacing from within my shadowed walls at the golden disc that bathes the earth outside with its horrid radiance.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.