No nose hair. Ever. You&#39;d be surprised at all the little twigs sticking out. I just can&#39;t get it. How can you see that and not just want to hack it off?

Love is the falcon’s flight over your sands. Because for him, you are a green field, from which he always returns with game. He knows your rocks, your dunes, and your mountains, and you are generous to him.

Do you know how lucky you are?” She smiled rather wryly. “Not most of the time.

…at four o’clock in the morning, when the world is full of magic, things may be safely said that may not be uttered at any other time, so long as the person who listens believes in the same kind of magic as the person who speaks.

Written By Robin McKinley

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