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The Will of the Wind, Part 4
There were many things that Jax had managed to carry herself through--coming back from the dead chief among them--but she had not found a reason to prepare herself for the surprise of seeing a man on the battlefield--on the contrary, her entire bo
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The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--
The setting sun paints the sky a velvet pink--
delicate, so close my palms sweat with their
phantom warmth
Warmth, for the clouds are red,
and these days are short -
Little pebbles will tumble down little hills–
Little pebbles will tumble down little hills–
days will pass while these beings are made,
grown between silt and sand
Made continuous, foreign, and jagged,
smoothed by time and love, compassion -
Growth
Today, in my Biology class, we started a unit on the base criteria that defines things as 'alive'. -
This sensation
This sensation sticks in my chest--eager
I let it control my body
with its cold coils, I let it drown my
lips in the burning liquid of its release
I watch the world float along behind me, -
Free Speech, Free Will, Freedom
I was asked once how I felt about speeches. If I enjoyed doing them, for one thing, and if I liked writing them, for another. I replied, simply, with, "Do I like to write them, or am I good at writing them?" That is the question.