Makes me think of a novelist who just finished her 50 chapter epic named "Deer of the Finite" but accidentally typed "Dearws" and then decided to go with it. The novel went on to sell millions and the novelist has since moved on to professional bowling and, contrary to one man with a gun's opinion, the novelist truly does care about the rules.
It reminds me of a song about lilac's, the song being beautiful, and walking down a country lane with graceful music and the gentle smell of flower's wafting by, after a pleasant rain.
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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