Kindle Notes & Highlights
by
Rysa Walker
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May 25 - June 1, 2025
And the suns of the limitless universe sparkled and shone in the sky, Flashing with fires as of God, but we knew that their light was a lie— Bright as with deathless hope—but, however they sparkled and shone, The dark little worlds running round them were worlds of woe like our own. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Despair" (1881)

