“Now my wings are black, I thought, and yet I am not like my friends. We are all different. Each for his… — Leo Lionni Copy Share Image
Shadows in shadows He watches through dreams Wings black as Africa Body strong as stone Done waiting The ravens call. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
