“ Before the mountains were settled, before the hills, was I brought forth. —Proverbs, 8:23-24 Snow, tenderly caught by eddying breezes, swirled and spun in to and out of bright, lustrous shapes that gleamed against the emerald-blazoned black drape of sky and sparkled there for a moment, hanging, before settling gently to the soft, green-tufted plain with all the sickly sweetness of an over-written sentence. The Regent of the South looked upon this white-on-black-over-green perfection and he saw that it was revolting. His eyes, a green that was positively startling, narrowed, and his nostrils flared. The being next to him took the shape of an animal that would someday be called a golden retriever. It shook its head and snorted, since barking was yet a few millennia away. “My gorge rises to think on’t,” said the dog. The Regent nodded without speaking. The other continued, “I mind a time when thou didst delight to see decadence.” “I mind a time when there were things other than decad...ence to compare it to.”MoreLessShow More Show Less
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