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Grace of the heavens unto the soil,
Burns skin as it falls into awaiting arms and struggles against the soul,
Who can despise you, in this world what is your role?
Who can alarm you, loathe you, even with all their schemes they know you will foil?
Devoid of hate, you love freely,
And how lucky are those who you do!
Paling, frothing, rivers uphold you,
Rejoice! For you have destroyed me, captured me, completely.
-Karias Blerster for Mevek Agvain
They always come back (fic)