I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“Supposedly there is a library as well,” rumored to be plentiful and grand enough to attract his attention – sometimes suiting his scholarly mind. He was a creature of information and cunning, as well as action and vehemence, and the more he could snag of the former, the more he could commit to the latter. “Gardens with a zoo…massive temples…,” rattling off what he’d been told or seen in the distance; yet to experience any of them.
Though he rolled his eyes at her tone, boyishly mocking and twisting his mouth around to pretend to be her for an instant. Regardless, he shrugged his shoulders, a juvenile wrinkle to his nose appearing again. “It was probably very impressive before the war.” Imposing, grand, and overbearing – a call to ostentatious and extravagant might. Nowadays though, everyone had their hand in something contorted and created for the cause.
Though he rolled his eyes at her tone, boyishly mocking and twisting his mouth around to pretend to be her for an instant. Regardless, he shrugged his shoulders, a juvenile wrinkle to his nose appearing again. “It was probably very impressive before the war.” Imposing, grand, and overbearing – a call to ostentatious and extravagant might. Nowadays though, everyone had their hand in something contorted and created for the cause.
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