He says there will be fire. Tongues of fire raining down from heaven. He says this into a microphone – nearly spitting – while pacing the same stretch of stained carpet. I am ten
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Day: February 5, 2020
Gill sat in his rolling leather chair and leaned against his sturdy desk late in the night; perhaps early in the morning would be a more accurate assertion. The sun had long since ebbed beneath the horizon, and Gill’s
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken – John Keats These rainbow worlds of swirling nebulae arrest you as you thumb past smug celebrities, vacation shots and selfies
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