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One of the indicators of a good read, in my opinion anyway, is whether I want to read it again.

I have read The Mirror of Maybe twice in the last twenty four hours. I want to read it again.

It's good!

Word of warning: It's a piece of fan-fiction set in the Harry Potter universe. It is also a piece of slash involving Harry and Professor Snapes, so if you don't like that sort of thing, you have been warned. However I recommend you read it anyway. It's that good.

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little_star19
Oct. 21st, 2002 11:17 pm (UTC)
i just wanted to say, that is maybe the best piece of fanfiction i have ever read. Thank you for posting the link.

halloranelder
Oct. 22nd, 2002 06:48 am (UTC)
*bows*, no problem.

Talent that good, I feel is my duty to spread around.
mijbril
Nov. 9th, 2002 07:34 pm (UTC)
That's always a good indicator. (though I've never read a Harry Potter anything)

When I read Starship Troopers for the first time many years ago, as soon as I reached the end, I went straight back to the start & reread it.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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