Why Must It Be So?

I often stand upon the hills to stare at the horizon; in memory’s mist I vaguely see the time I yearn for deeply. Fallen shadows dance upon the frozen lake, and I can hear their laughter calling in the wind.

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"What does your heart tell you?" - ToO, chpt. 32

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