Flakes of sand lit adrift Roaming vistas untouched by Sisyphus Life's cold stare amalgamated incessantly Scolded to fate's moldy stone. Dreams of night blown aside Grains of supine grass nocturnal Sagas grown as Framling Drawn by Mr. Sammler. Pity tossed awake Achilles wanders home Nightmare transcended to Faith Flaming the house of the dead. If, why, and is?Birth sign: Not entered
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