strangehighs: Something gnaws at me. Like a string that has been plucked. I need to hear the note it
strangehighs: Something gnaws at me. Like a string that has been plucked. I need to hear the note it sounds. In any event I am compelled here though as yet I am unsure why. I expect I will find out why soon enough. This strange life we lead must have a purpose. These strings always pull us to where we must be. Is each pluck of the string another note in a symphony. But I must confess my friend the conductor of the symphony just may not be very good at his trade. That notion gives me pause. That we are not directed by a grand design. That our destiny is just a chaos that ultimately means nothing. THE OLD GUARD: TALES THROUGH TIME #2 -- source link
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