His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.

I did an about-face and veered into the sandwich shop. What I ordered is none of your business, but it was really good.

Here is someone not set up for life's working out poorly, let alone for the impossible. But who is set up for the impossible that is going to happen? Who is set up for tragedy and the incomprehensibility of suffering? Nobody. The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy--that is every man's tragedy.

What's the purpose of a friendship if it does not encourage you to GROW

Written By Lulama

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