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Epics...a chunk at a time
one paragraph at a time....see what we can make.
The shadows behind the old rowan tree hid him for now, but for how long. Blain knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to use it, fear of the results sent his head spinning.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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