You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
You will be fine,' the fortune teller says. 'There may be decisions to make and surprises in store. Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.
I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.
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