Page 1, The hard truth of time and its promise unbroken in cycle

dont have to chase but instead i pace knowing in every life seasons change my long winter soon will be spring again fields white not with snow but blossoming opportunity instead of famine or mana i will eat of my labors i tasted delight and joy of lies truth will be sweeter and be sustained in the face of lies and discontented anger and arrogance it wont be the first spring or the last win.

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