Pohon Belian

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

You open the door, and find a new wing on the world.  Long, dim, silent, unexplored.  Doors opening on either hand in rows receding into a dusty dusk.  New vista's behind each; unseen before within the old.  (House of the Star that Sinned; Voyage of the Dawn Treader)
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