The Book of Lancelot
Spicer on Lancelot
Love cannot exist between people
Trial ballons, How fated the whole thing is.
It is as if there exists a large beach with no one on it.
Eaches calling each on the paths. Essentially ocean.
You do know Graham how I love you and you love me
But nothing can stop the roar of the tide. The grail
not there, becomes a light which is not about to be
there like a lighthouse or spindrift
No, Graham, neither of us can stop the pulse and
beat of it
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