Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".
No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.