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But suppose they are hiding together, somewhere far away? What if they are hiding and waiting for me?
Time had always passed her by in her forest, but now it was she who passed through time as she traveled.
If men no longer know what they are looking at, there may well be unicorns in the world yet, unknown and glad of it.
“Death takes what man would keep,” said the butterfly, “and leaves what man would lose.
“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”
“No, no, listen, don’t listen to me, listen. You can find your people if you are brave. They passed down all the roads long ago, and the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered their footprints. Let nothing you dismay, but don’t be half-safe.”
A magician without a beard is no magician at all.
