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TheLostMandore

  • Material Limbo

    Material There are scavenger birds in my head -scorn hovering above the water and white skiesI cannot circumvent the obvious - the obvious,that bastion which eludes meam I coming or ...

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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein