Don't Remember MeDorren watched the ghost pass by on the far edge of the firelight. It walked deliberately, head turned towards him as if it could actually see him. It still bore strongly the features of the man that it had been three days before, but given time this last semblance of humanity would fade. A ghost only lasted as long as the memories of its life lived on. Dorren knew that even his prince would not be remembered when his last three countrymen were dead.Don't Remember Me
And Jev wouldn't even last another day. The boy had lost an arm and most of his chest to a Sennesh warhound, but that wasn't the worst of his wounds. Dorren hadn't heard him screamin
| I feel like I can't communicate sometimes, and maybe it's just because I don't think enough about what I say, or maybe it's because I'm thinking of too many things when I try to speak, and sorting them all out between what is relevant and what is not is making me sound unsure. I hate change, but I believe I am infinitely adaptable. I know my limits and I stick to them, although I know that I can reach so much farther. I am so much wasted potential. I'd like to do more. Maybe this will help. Maybe not. |
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But I make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, and reap the reward of proximity
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Take each day as it comes. Trust me.
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But I make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, and reap the reward of proximity
welcome to DA
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