"and then he said "Ah," suddenly, just as I began to glimpse his spell: almost exactly like the strange clockwork on the middle of his table, all shining, moving parts. On an impulse I tried to align our workings: I envisioned his like the water-wheel of a mill, and mine the rushing stream driving it around. "What are you-" he began, and then abruptly we had only a single rose, and it began to grow."
JUST LOVELY.
— Jan 11, 2016 02:59PM
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