The Golden Cellar
Listen to me, you have to listen to me before the morning comes, because once the sun hits the ridge line and the fog burns off, we are going to have to walk through the mud and the dead leaves and the silence that sits heavy on the shoulders of everyone who has ever tried to make sense of a world that has stopped making any sense at all. I am telling you this now, in the dark, because I need...
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