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FAVORITE POEM (from WoT)
Soft the winds,like springtime's fingers.
Soft the rains, like heaven's tears.
Soft the years roll by in gladness,
never hinting storms to come, never hinting whirlwind's ravage.
Rain of steel and battle thunder
War to tear the heart asunder.

Back across the blood-red waters
Marching back, with heads held high.
No surrender, arm or sword
No surrender, heart or soul.
Honor be theirs ever after,
Honor all the Age shall know.

-fall of Manetheren

I like to think of myself as a hopeless romantic, with my head in the real world, my heart in another more fantastic place. I guess that's why I love books and movies so much. I am transferred from this world to a more desirable state of being, with no mention of the pressures and turmoil of my life here. When this world is just too much to bear, I retreat into more welcoming and comfortable places, places I sometimes wish I could call home. I can be what I cannot achieve in this body, from an omnicient observer of Llewelyn Fawr's world, to fighting alongside Mat, Alanna, or another character in a fantasy novel. I can fly, enter dreams, scale mountains, even be the best swordsman in the world. I know this sounds a little crazy, but that is who I am, and I would not change myself for all the riches on the face of this earth.