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[gunah]

 


A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[gunah]

[ If asked, her stance on war is clear: she hates it with every fibre of her being. But time and time again she has consorted with what she despises in order to win the hand of the one she loves: peace. But peace is elusive, capricious. She never stays for long. War, on the other hand. War persists.

But to her eyes, Wyatt appears as a man, no more and no less, and she has never turned down a gift. Known or otherwise.

He gets a bright smile for his trouble. ]

I like everything I haven't tried. In principle. [ She twirls the glass about with the tips of her fingers. ] What is it?