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In the wee hours of the night, when all evils accumulated over many years on this planet awaken themselves, it helps to listen for the scratch of Akke Kumlien’s quill against the sweetest of parchment. I wait for his call in the night and am reminded of his time on this Earth forged of rock and heavenly power, reminded that without each individual brush stroke there would not be the beauty that lies within complexity, that each swipe of colour lends itself to the cultivation of greatness. I am reminded that by my side Akke Kumlien will never reside.
In the Throes of Human Materialism.
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kurtiniweeny
In the wee hours of the night, when my cat Fluffy's tail seems to possess an otherworldly life of its own, it helps to listen for the swish of her fur against the darkness. I wait for her midnight zoomies, and am reminded of her time on this Earth, a feline tornado of chaos and cuddles. Without her, my nights would be eerily quiet, and I'd have no excuse for late-night cardio chasing her laser pointer.
I fail to understand your meaning in comparing Sir Akke to an animal?
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dont worry abt it queen xxx
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