The Crystal Bell, part IITime passed at a different rate in Etain’s quiet mountain home after that night. Tanel was probably the only person in the whole wide world who could give her the help she needed; she needed to expand her world again. The loss of her father had left emptiness in her heart, but if she could let some more of the world in... it could help her fill that hole. And that is exactly what Tanel did.The Crystal Bell, part IIin For Others
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The first step was cleaning up the house. Carpets, out! Creatures, out! Knick-knacks and bric-a-brac, out! And underneath the mess made out of fresh pain, Tanel unearthed an old memory: the psaltry. It was worn and covered with dust, but Tanel knew that couldn’t stop the effect of its music.
“This thing could use some sunshine,” he said, “and so could you!”
He grasped Etain’s hand and led her outside into the garden. At first, she resisted his efforts, but eventually, he won her over. She slowly walked through the door onto the terrace. She had stayed inside
The Crystal Bell, part IThe Crystal BellThe Crystal Bell, part I
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As children, we all find different ways of coping with reality. More often than not, we indulge in grand games of pretend to escape whatever monotony or pain we experience in real life. More often than not, we dream up beautiful worlds and magnificent adventures. And more often than not, we wish, above all else, to share these adventures with someone. Some of us are lucky enough to have friends who will join in the game. Others of us... make do. We finish the grand picture of our false reality by imagining companions as well.
Etain’s was a special case in particular. From the very beginning, she was different-- there was something hiding beneath that freckled, wide-eyed, brooding exterior that no one could have expected: a heart full of dark secrets. Every once in a while, when no amount of pretending could help her through reality, one of these secrets would escape. Strange things happened that could not be explained. objects, animals, memories appeared and disa
Little Love DittyOf all the things that I could say,Little Love Dittyin For Others
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"Lyublyu ya vas," "Jag älskar dig,"
"Ti amo, mio caro," "Je t'aime, Je t'aime!"
To me, they all sound just the same.
Spanish or German would not do
To express the depth of my love for you
Shakespeare's lines are too clichéd,
Keats, Donne, and Burns's old and frayed
I've always thought it so untrue
When someone said that "violets are blue,"
And some heavenly power strike me dead
If I ever start with "roses are red"!
I wish I had the perfect way
To say what's on my heart
To tell you just how much it aches
Whenever we're apart
But stolen words cannot repay
A love so full and true
For your have stolen nothing, dear--
I've given my heart to you