There was a time he would have happily given up two or three of his own years to hasten his death, but now the idea is almost unthinkable -- there are too many things now that he wants to see and do and taste.
Speaking of taste-- A cabbage white flutters by, and all thoughts vanish from Galahad's head as he takes off after it.
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Date: 2025-02-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Speaking of taste-- A cabbage white flutters by, and all thoughts vanish from Galahad's head as he takes off after it.