...i hear her voice through the walls, faint and ghostly and everywhere, waterfalls run down the stairs where she left the bath water running, the black door beside its own hinges, through the orchard to the clearing, in this season, in this house, in these ravenous bones, her voice has the truth of november embers and i have been lead astray...
Courtship - Rhiannon by axfight
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