the weighing of the feather against the heart of truth
lies in the saxifrage flowers, arcane and ancient,
papyrus fragments of what is truth evolves into powder through the filaments of time, the immortal kiss of preening desire, blown away as dust in the wind,
the nightingale of Oxyrhynchus leaves a trace, a bookmark feather,
excavating rubbish mounds, kicking up layers of soil with my boots, the flow of papyrus soon becomes a torrent in unequalled archive of an ancient world mixed with earth, blown away as lust... blown away as dust in the wind.
Tell ya Sage, if nothing else I ALWAYs learn new words and their meanings from your writes...besides the sheer enjoyment of same...will think about you the next couple of weeks when I am on vacation and at the beach, luxuriating in the ocean...ed
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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