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The sword shone with the knowledge that dawn was a small beginning compared to the ending of a season: the ending of a year.
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
poet is a musician who can’t sing. Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.”
“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.” He paused and turned to look at me, his brow furrowed. “I can’t remember the rest of that. Can you?” “Never heard it before,” I said. “But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.”
We Ruh are meant to travel, son. When my blood tells me to wander, I know enough to trust it.
