lmp, agreed. Is there not much truth in our own reality that we never see until it has been mirrored and brightened by the wonder of fantasy?
Ah, the joys of writing...
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"'You," he said, "tell her all. What good came to you? Do you rejoice that Maleldil became a man? Tell her of your joys, and of what profit you had when you made Maleldil and death acquainted.'" -Perelandra, by C.S. Lewis
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