The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.
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She braced herself for the pain of the perfect horn breaking her heart.
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Live and let love.
Love and let go.
Go live.
The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?
Tanith Leeand their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event
Tanith LeeTags: fantasy storytelling irony
How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.
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