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A long and winding street, shrouded in darkness and draped with tenebrous shadows - a gaggle of miscellany that wander from this shadow to the next, collars pulled up, faceless and magic - I feel the cobbles, slick with mist and loud as a shout as I clatter over them clumsily - I feel so cold and so alive in a sea of strangers - this is home, I suppose...************************************************** *********Just to be random -If you could be what no-one else could be and yet retain yourself...Would you take that risk?Or let kisses, softer than petals and deeper than seas, change what you promised to keep?We're back on seas again, what do seas mean? Trembling calm of summer seas. That which Shelley felt was too real to publish -- it would spoil what he was painting himself as, writing himself as -- he was intellectual, above such blinding passion. To whom was he a master-key? Mary spent her life collecting bits of Shelley into a sort of bouquet of words - did nothing herself in the mean time. She poured her soul into him, he unlocked it - master-key - and it poured down the drain because he couldn't bring himself to cup his hands and catch it.Who was his master-key -- not her, we've established that, even though he tried to let her be -- who made him tremble like a summer sea? Who was worthy?