The hidden, slicing metronome of the mantle clock made the gradual shade of sunset sound to Pedro like the operation of a massive, simple machine, with gears that met almost silently but with pronounced advancement while the tinted mask of night turned slowly over the earth.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
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