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Every regressor remembers the fire. The phoenix only remembers who walked out of it.
The sky over the other world is never still. Neither are the people who crossed into it.
Some flowers only open for the things that walk at night. They are very polite about it.
Old masters say the ninth form is not a technique. It's weather.
The academy library catalogues falling stars. Some of them are still warm.