C.G.Ayling

Tweets for Posterity 103.

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As a ripple through the sea, my editing pen changes everything, yet when the wave passes, the ocean still remains, the same. #thought

Memories, the paths that lead us back to what was, and away, to what might have been. #thought

Lavish praise, far easier to heap upon another, than to bear. #thought

Dissent, the dark fabric that binds our universe, while holding us separate. #thought

Though Daniskira knew her twin lacked coin, she could not decry decorum.

Pity finally softened Faroene’s voice, “There is always hope, Tian. Though it seems futile, we cling to it.”

But to succumb beneath despair’s burden… at mere anticipation of death? Where is the purpose in that?

With that, she broke into a trot, quickly moving ahead, leaving the warrior with her strange dignity, and her distress, intact.

I am a fake! I never saw my ancestors, and they never showed me my symbol.

40 pages left, and my editing is done. Perhaps tomorrow night, perhaps. #goodnight

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