6/12/2023 1 Comment The book thief editions![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.Ī single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see-the whole spectrum. Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps. There might be a discovery a scream will dribble down the air. I will carry you gently away.Īt that moment, you will be lying there (I rarely find people standing up). ![]() It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. ![]()
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5/30/2024 04:33:19 pm
Yes, dear, the rise of Hitler’s juggernaut is
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