"As mountain-springs
under the morning sun,
We shall become the same,
we shall be one spirit
within two frames,
oh! wherefore two?
One passion in twin-hearts,
which grows and grew,
Till like two meteors
of expanding flame,
Those spheres instinct
with it become the same,
Touch, mingle, are transfigur'd;
Ever still burning,
yet ever inconsumable."
- Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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Doomie in Blackwater Manor
Short StoryThe story of a peculiar girl who finds that there's a place where she belongs. And maybe she won't leave anymore. This is just a short sweet story.
