Not All Prisons are IronIt’s odd. For some reason, you tend to appreciate something the most just before it’s taken away. Take life, for example.Not All Prisons are Iron
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This is the first time I’ve ever felt the wind. I’ve always compared it to water in my mind; it’s there to surround and support you, yet it holds the power to drag you to your death at the bottom, a power that deserves respect. Those aside, my comparison was all wrong. In actuality, wind is very different from the flow of water. When I think about it, wind is far more akin to fire.
I remember fire. I was born amidst the flames. Looking back, I remember their protection the mo
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