"What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy."

to a place i've never been to yet I feel nostalgia for. a place full of green and water, cold winds and warm nights.

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