"...last scene of all is mere oblivion - sans eyes, sans teeth, sans taste - sans everything."
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Stories by Bethany L. Monett
London Cityscape
'Dust and ashes!' So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what...
A Walk With Night
LAST night the nightingale waked me,
Last night when all was still;
It sang in the golden moonlight
From ou...