there is a humming, or something like that, a movement, a disturbance, something moving but this is not the sign of which Franz spoke, not the moving he heard and feared.
The great wheels are turning again - could they not wait just a little longer, just another year or two until things are ready. Can I make it to the end?
Monday, January 26, 2009
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