Blackbird;
singing in the
death of night

vaticanmeos:

"You've gotta admit that's sexier..."

I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there; I have not left.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?

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"…for Lydia"

Amy…what have you done?

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