“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.”
LATEST RELEASE... 2/19/26... The Forest is Forever: No. 3 in The Collected Ralph Stories
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