For love was a kind of folly, a losing game. The greatest of all Wastes of Time. But then, that depended on what you thought time was for.

For love was a kind of folly, a losing game. The greatest of all Wastes of Time. But then, that depended on what you thought time was for.

– Cassandra Golds –

The Museum of Mary Child

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