Friday, 11 March 2016


  Having escaped one fire, I expected another. I didn't view with fright the flames to come. Fire was but light and heat. Throughout our lives, each of us needs warmth and seeks light. I couldn't dread what I needed and sought. For me, being set afire was merely the expectation of an inevitable conclusion. The fair world, compounded of uncountable beauties and enchantments and graces, inspired in me only one abiding fear, which was that I might live in too long.

I was capable of love, but lived in solitude after.....

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