A Time-Travelling Tale that ends well Christmas Day, 2842CE. A universe aeons away goes ‘phut’: In no more than a picosecond, complete darkness. The only sound, that of a whispering zephyr. In its wake, a pseudo macrocosm’s ever-decreasing guttural burps fading away into a soundless zilch. Left behind, ruination’s nothingness. The crumpled scum perished. Once […]
THE BUTTERFLY’S EMBRACE
Rush Naf 
My thanks, Rush. Regards, The Old Fool
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Your welcome 😊❤️
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