It was a haunting tune, unresigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind and say goodbye.
Death, Music, Loss
She didn't know what would happen because of this. But she knew that today, she would hurt no one. She threw back her blankets and though only of today.
Courage, Independence
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