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"Seek out a hill crest, my sister. There lie down, face-up, and gaze at the sky now far below you. See how deep it is? Such is my love for Solomon." — Tehtena, in a letter to Makeda which was never sent out.

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"Two wrongs don't make a right...but three lefts do. Try it—you'll see." — Tobiel, the carpenter

A bit of self-reflection

I am not a handsome man — please do not draw back my curtain of beautiful words.

I shortened the line I posted last July—it still says it all, I think.

"When a pretty young woman walked by, I saw in the old man's eyes that time inflicted more wounds than it healed." — Queen Makeda's Sister