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Against all sense, I believe. Somewhere, beyond the ragged edge of night, light bleeds into this world.
We offer the milk of human kindness, free to drink all you will, for every other kind of sustenance is rationed on the stamps, with never enough to satisfy.
Music eases every pain we don’t know we carry. It banishes the fear that is so commonplace now, we have grown inured to its shadow and chill.
