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Above All.
Again I find myself here, on the roads of an empire that confines and bounds. For all the endless creativity that lies in the depths of minds of the goodfolk I’ve met so far, this empire restricts and binds its peoples to an unusual set of traditions and laws that, by my ear, have no relation to eachother. It is confusing, and I find myself losing time on the road looking up at the skies.
It’s funny; for the amount of power one person can wield, I am almost jealous of the birds we see. The other morning, as we were just setting off in the cart, I watched a pair of larks fly across the surface of the grassy plains, chasing each other as though in play - almost, what’s the word, froliccing through the air.
They live their life on the winds, able to hug the ground or soar through the sky at their leisure. Sure, the life of the wilds is dangerous, absolutely - and yet what would you not give to have such control over your own freedom? To feel the wind through your hair and have the control of the atmosphere at your fingertips; detached from the problems of the ground below, the power over the winds would be a blessing to all who can achieve it.
Air.
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Interesting Day.
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How much?
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These People.
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Rough Start.
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A Slogan™.
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Hollow Mirror.
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Impossible Thoughts.
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The Dream.
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Your Pride.
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How Unfortunate.
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A Dream?
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Lone Relative.
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Above All.
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Pondering Moment.
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Unforgettable Meal.
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Endless Cycle.
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Window Side.
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New Intentions.
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Faded Girl.
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Fall Off.
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Forever Regret.
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Like me.
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Time Given.
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Trust One.
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Gods-Sent.
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Question Time.
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Dangerous Game.
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But Not.
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Cold Stop.
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What Home?
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One Word.
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Dear Eversong.
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