Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me.
There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creat… - Maria Mccann
There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into the spotlessness of Creat…
- Maria Mccann
Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me. - Maria Mccann
I followed him up the stairs. I was a fornicator, of unnatural appetite, in thrall to an Atheist. I repeated the words in my head and tried to feel t… - Maria Mccann
I followed him up the stairs. I was a fornicator, of unnatural appetite, in thrall to an Atheist. I repeated the words in my head and tried to feel t…
But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So do they with their won evil, calling i… - Maria Mccann
But what virtue I do have is in me and of me. Men deny the good that comes from themselves, calling it God. So do they with their won evil, calling i…
I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man. - Maria Mccann
I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man.
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