Sunday, July 19, 2009
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TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN WHEN EACH TICK OF THE SECOND HAND ACHES LIKE THE PULSE OF BLOOD BEHIND A BRUISE. IT PASSES UNEVENLY, IN STRANGE LURCHES AND DRAGGING LULLS, BUT PASS IT DOES. EVEN FOR ME. Chapter 4, New Moon
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