*Mr. Hill I realized that my currently post did not save from last week so this is it*
Sentences of the Week:
1. "Dizzying constellations, cold fire in every primary hue."
- The Gunslinger, Stephen King
2. "Lend me your wings, bird. I'll spread them and fly on the thermals."
- The Gunslinger, Stephen King
3. "It had been four days, and they had gone by in a blinking haze. He ate. He slept. He had sex with Allie."
- The Gunslinger, Stephen King
This week was mostly about nice dreamy pictures. I especially like the first one because I can imagine a star in each of the primary colors and its just beautiful.
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