For one last time, they held each other’s glance a little longer. Then they parted – the best of adversaries. One was a prisoner of war and the other was a victim of peace.
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He fought… may be in the best way he could and with the only attack he knew. Alas! He was unprepared… not for a riposte but for an impenetrable defense.
In the end, it was all there, deep within his mind.
I wished it could have been spilled but it was wasted.
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She dreamed of a perfect world and a perfect hero to emulate. She heard their stories – of those struggling in obscure glories... and whose heroic deeds were never recounted ...but she could find no benchmark.
So she decided to be her own hero. She believed if it could be imagined it could be achieved in spite of the laws of physics and life.
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