the sun was rising in the unripe season &

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What can I do?
I fear and hope, burn and
freeze



james.bateson. on flickr

Wherefore Love flees terrified to my heart, abandoning his every enterprise, and weeps, and trembles; there he hides and no more appears outside.



i am lucky on flickr

What can I do, when my lord is afraid, except to stay with him until the last hour?

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