Knight Nite stared in awe at the new castle. "Oh Nocturne, look! There's so much room for you here." The black mare whinnied in response. Knight Nite dismounted and let her horse explore while she set up her new quarters. It had been tiring carrying her accoutrements across the old thread.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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