What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
What he could bear in the ...
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The wind sounded of Mother Earth's forsaken and abandoned cries.
See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
