So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.
Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?
... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.