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Laughter Went On And On, Like Sunlight And Stone, Even If The Human Beings Who Laughed Did Not.

But The World Turns, And Even Legends Change; And Somewhere There Is A Border, And Sometime, Perhaps, Someone Will Decide To Cross It, However Well Guarded Its Thorns May Be.

One Keeps Searching For Ease, She Did Not Say, And Not Finding It, Till The Memories Of No-pain Seem Only Like Daydreams.

One Doesn't Generally Look Into Mirrors When One Is Especially Angry; One Has Better Things To Do, Like Pace The Floor Or Throw Things.

And None At All Has Ridden At The King's Side Since Aerinha, Goddess Of Honor And Flame, First Taught Men To Forge Their Blades. You'd Think Aerinha Would Have Had Better Sense.