"I have danced under a darkling moon, and kissed my beloved in the pounding rain. I have danced at a wedding and cried at a funeral. I have experienced birth and death, love and fear, life and loss. Yet still, through all the disappointments, I have hope; under all the joys runs a thread of despair, that this, too, shall pass, and be riven from me."
This just burst out of my brain, fully formed, about 10 minutes ago.
Now I just need to figure out what it is. Or who, rather, and what else he, she, or it has to say to me.
Huh. Maybe somewhere in there is a muse, after all.
:D
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