“And that, my friend, is how the world ends. On the edge of a precipice, with one foot over the edge, it stops, turns and goes back, leaving an empty earth of birds and insects, wind, rain and rusting weapons.” WorldEndsEarthTurnsFeetWindWeaponsBirdMy FriendsRainEmptyLeavingEdgesInsectsPrecipiceOver The Edge Book:About Time: 12 Short Stories Source: About Time: 12 Short Stories
