#the sea

I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry ...

Night, and everything so quiet, as if there were no one, not even myself.

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Perhaps all of life is no more than a long preparation for the leaving of it.

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home: the word gives me a shove, and I stumble.

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How could she be with me one moment and the next not? How could she be elsewhere, absolutely? That was what I could

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Getting to Fontaine was so perfect, gliding from that cliff to a pier, looking at ships below. So was Liyue, that long ...