amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: I am timid and half-hearted because I cannot get rid of the Ghosts that haunt me...
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: the color of winter is in the imagination
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: ....Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow...
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: This is a most important point in the science of happiness