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hawkwing_lbI'm trying to get my head around William Wordsworth. Really, I hate that man's poetry. Almost as badly as I hate Patrick Kavanagh's. I despise 'Tintern Abbey' more than anything else I have yet read written in the English language.
Alright. Enough already. In good news: another 3 pages written on Work in Progress.
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Torn between intense curiosity and discomfort, I fought a brief internal struggle over whether to keep eavesdropping or make a noise and continue on in. Curiosity - and caution - won. I wanted to know what Daav thought of me, though whether that instinct was vanity or self-preservation I don't know.
His reply, when it came, was thoughtful, measured. "Different. Very different." He hesitated. "More... driven, I think is the word I'm looking for. Ruthless. Fair, and I know that's a contradiction. I don't think he ever liked the war, but he fought it with the best of his abilities anyway. Until Sudhiyan."
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Alright. Enough already. In good news: another 3 pages written on Work in Progress.
Excerpt
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Torn between intense curiosity and discomfort, I fought a brief internal struggle over whether to keep eavesdropping or make a noise and continue on in. Curiosity - and caution - won. I wanted to know what Daav thought of me, though whether that instinct was vanity or self-preservation I don't know.
His reply, when it came, was thoughtful, measured. "Different. Very different." He hesitated. "More... driven, I think is the word I'm looking for. Ruthless. Fair, and I know that's a contradiction. I don't think he ever liked the war, but he fought it with the best of his abilities anyway. Until Sudhiyan."
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