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People liked pride. Mistook it for purpose.
Still, looking upon it in the distance, peeking out of the fog, it seemed as though maybe pieces of sky had broken and fallen to the ground and perhaps it was right to give that a name.
all the universe wanted was their reverence, not their pride.
Woman is the lonely road.
The hate had such a sweet smell, and when she took it into her mouth, it delighted her and gave her limbs energy.