It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.
Kristin CashoreYou know,โ he said, โI wish you could see this cave.โ โWhatโs it like?โ He paused. โItโs...beautiful, really.โ โTell me.โ And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
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