Herbalists' Cache to tell of joys in storms

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"is — words of heart. words of thinking. i teach." for a moment of silence he only stood companionably, thinking of the beauty now inherent within his life. "ask." there were many things he might say first, but other shore's curiosity must find itself unbound in order to learn lanzadoii.

wind, moving overhead.

for him, for sun eater; yes. all things had their answer in the language of his birth. its directness was not able to be less, and his lack of struggle with lanzadoii reminded him always that he had eloquence in one tongue.