And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually.
March 24th 2007 Young woman share your fire with me, My heart is cold, my soul is free, I am a stranger in your land, A wandering man, call me sand. Lee Hazlewood, 1966 Do you see what I did there? In the style of high brow writers such as Ian Rankin and Stephen King I have put an excerpt from a song pertinent to the context of the following passage. And I've used a line from a song as the
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