my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Taking yet another tube of blue out, Amun squeezed it onto the red and mixed it. However, this one had the opposite problem of the one just before: it was such a pale blue that the red overwhelmed it. Sighing, he quickly shook his head. "No." Perhaps he was being picky and temperamental, but then again he was an artist.
Which was apparently something Sam wanted to talk about. The potter went completely still again for a moment. "It's been nice, yes. And I've made quite a few pieces I've been pleased with." Glancing over at the bookmaker, Amun raised his eyebrows. "Do you have an interest in art?"
Which was apparently something Sam wanted to talk about. The potter went completely still again for a moment. "It's been nice, yes. And I've made quite a few pieces I've been pleased with." Glancing over at the bookmaker, Amun raised his eyebrows. "Do you have an interest in art?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
