Hope and Fear present two faces to the world; in secret they confess their unity.
Janus watches from afar.
Hope's countenance betrays her; it is the face of uncertainty. Fear is never far behind.
Hope knows how things will go. The blade comes down between them, and then they wait.
Hope pours out amid the shards; Fear consoles and protects. No more, he says.
Practice makes perfect the stranger within.
Now they confess their unity to the world.
Janus smiles.
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Yearbook Weirdness
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Speaking in a graveyard to an empty bench ... sounds chillingly familiar.
From Otterbein's 1923 yearbook.
18 hours ago
I don't know if you're working on a book, but may I pre-order it anyway?
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