Beloved readers, due to an extremely useless and absurd examination in the start of October, I am therefore unable to post as much as I used to.
I promise that I'll catch up after the examination and I'll miss you guys. Please be patient because I know that you guys are the best. Love you.
Here's a nice poem from Alice Cary (may I write like her):
My soul is full of whispered song,—
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
And another from Lord Tennyson:
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Wish me luck!
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