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Dreams Weigh Nothing. - Marie Antoinette

The Tail Of The Comet Slashed The Dawn And In The Red Light Of The Rising Sun, For A Brief Instant, It Seemed As If The Comet Was Bleeding Across The Sky.

You Must Not Think Of Time As A Quantity, A Period, A Measure. Look At The Sky," Gwynneth Said. "the Moon Has Now Slipped Away To Another Night, Into Another World. It Was Not The Time It Was Here That You Remember, Faolan, But Rather The Luminescence Of The Air, The Blue Shadows Cast By The Trees In Its Light. It Was Not The Length Of The Time But The Quality Of The Moon's Light That You Felt And Remember." Gwynneth Paused. "it Is The Value, The Quality That Lives On.

Legends Were Not Only For The Desperate. Legends Were For The Brave. (soren)

She Told Them Simply And Directly That The Meadow Was A Place Of Peace And Beauty, Where Indeed If One Came To It In A Quiet Manner, The Animals Would Not Be Disturbed; For There Are Lovely Birds, And Squirrels And Field Mice, And Sometimes Deer.