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SINCE there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:
The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea
And hours alone too still...
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'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It...
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Asimov's Science Fiction, December 2015 edited by Williams, Sheila

Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction September/October 2015 edited by Finlay, C.C.

The Bazaar of Bad Dreams by King, Stephen

Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine September 2015 Vol. 39 No. 9 Edited by Williams, Sheila

Blockade Billy by King, Stephen

UR by King, Stephen

The Slow Regard of Silent Things (The Kingkiller Chronicle...
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CUPS

Speak, memory,
that I may not forget
the taste of roses
nor the sound of ashes
in the wind;

That I may
once more
taste the green
cup of the sea

Daubmir Nadir

lyamoon:
Beautiful words !
lyamoon:
Kisses from France !