One Reads Poetry Because He Is A Member Of The Human Race, And The Human Race Is Filled With Passion!

One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion! Medicine, law, banking— these are necessary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!

— N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

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Yrene Towers 🤝 Annabeth Chase

Wise Child + Wise Girl

But it wasn't enough. It ... There was a hole. In me. I was unfinished."

Through Oakwald. Then over ... over the mountains..." Her voice broke into a whisper. "It took me six months, but I made it--to the port of Innish."

He'd never heard of Innish. Likely in Melisande, if she'd crossed--

She'd crossed mountains.

This delicate woman beside him ….. She had crossed mountains to be here. Alone.

Yrene's mouth tightened, her tears fading. She loosed a breath. "It is a long story."

"I have time to listen."

But she shook her head again and at last looked at him. There was a ... clarity to her face. Those eyes. And it did not falter as she said, "I know who gave you that wound."

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