The CatchBenjamin Miller
In the hollows, futility - see the stones you gathered fall to one side of the hill, and then another. See wolves pursue the sun's redundant toss; they won't return. Because corrupt and clouded auguries have never failed to please you, had you been allotted strength, not even I would know the truth.
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