Once, there was nothing
Then within the darkest dark
Sprung Heaven and Hell
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Comments (2)
Everything about this was spot on. Similarly to Heather, I loved that one word title and the full stop! Genius!
You had me straight away with that title (loved the punctuation). And I appreciated that both came out of it not just the heavens. Really thoughtful work. Loved it!