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The Light, The Sky, The Water, They Were All Things You Looked *through* During The Day. At Night, They Were Things You Looked *into*. You Looked *into* The Stars, You Looked *into* Dark Rollers And The Surprising Platinum Flash Of Their Caps.

But People Do Things To Survive, And Then After They Survive, They Can't Live With What They've Done.

Had She Never Been Hungry Enough To Eat A Flower? Did She Not Know That You Could Eat Daisies, Daylilies, Pansies, And Marigolds? That Hungry Enough, A Person Could Consume The Bright Faces Of Violas, Even The Stems Of Dandelions And The Bitter Hips Of Roses?

I Am A Champion Standing Over The Shadow Of My Former Self.

Where We Are From... [s]tories Are Factual. If A Farmer Is Declared A Music Virtuoso By The State, Everyone Had Better Start Calling Him Maestro. And Secretly, He'd Be Wise To Start Practicing The Piano. For Us, The Story Is More Important Than The Person. If A Man And His Story Are In Conflict, It Is The Man Who Must Change.