Morning, and the memory lingers like a cloud up from
my coffee. 8 a.m. and I’m on the run, another gilded warrior on his
way to the battle, girded by an invincible, impenetrable love.
A love a king would envy.

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"   I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.   "
Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos (via wordsnquotes)

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little bird(s) flying
and .