She turned and looked up at the window. ๐ช๐ ๐ THE THURSDAY SHIFT โ๏ธ๐คบ A) ๐ต B I L L ' S R ๐๐ S T ๐ฑ๐๐๐งโโ๏ธ ๐ช ๐๐๐ And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Down to a hollow in a cavern where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream... Sign in to see full entry.