Renaissance of the essenceA Story by Jeannette Lunete
Framed porcelain shutters have seized the ravens away. Dawn rests. Zillion hoar molecules on her cheekbones.
"A paralyzed scythe covers my eyes. My iris seems sheltered in claustrophobic order. I dare you to mould my apathy with soil and shatter it down with your spite." Silence replies. Lethargic. Infected by hiatus, the orbit of the crowd seems obnoxious. Population: 0,0000000000000001. She and the repression of singularity. The pellucid binding seems beyond retrieve. " Compassion is filtered in the crease of intermission. I want to be a part of your panel of disharmony. Now." Population: 0,0000000000000000. The Now is vigilant.
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7 Reviews Added on November 18, 2014 Last Updated on April 6, 2015 AuthorJeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more..Writing
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