"Hush!—the clock strikes. Ghostly deep as is the stillness of this convent, it is only eleven. While my ear follows to silence the hum of the last stroke, I catch faintly from the built-out capital, a sound like bells or a band—a sound where sweetness, where victory, where mourning blend. Oh, to approach this music nearer, to listen to it alone by the rushy basin! Let me go—oh, let me go! What hinders, what does not aid freedom?" -- Charlotte Brontë, Villette
I'm sorry to say that I have decided to leave fictionpress. I don't utilize the site enough anymore, and I currently use other blog sites to post my work. But I thank everyone who has ever read and reviewed my poetry, and I hope inspiration continues to come your way.
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