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Time is an abyss… profound as a thousand nights.
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“I have a tendency toward melancholy, although I am unacquainted with grief. Grief is felt over personal pains, and in my first third of life, such pains have not yet found me. My body is healthy, my bed is warm, my loved ones are living. But melancholy is the sadness of happy people, whose freedom from grief gives them time for contemplation. What can the happy mind contemplate but the unhappy world? I do not suffer, therefore I think, therefore I suffer with every-one else.”
— Brian Jay Stanley, from “A Sense of All Sorrows,” Pleiades (vol. 32, no. 2, Summer 2012)
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The rope by Natalia Drepina
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