( the man is a maelstrom, but it washes over and past him. he is as a mountain, untroubled by the howling gale. human emotion is complex and frenetic and as grasping as a drowning man clinging to what he can claim in the kingdom of his watery grave.
and then the man pulls back, and godric settles into his cross-legged repose, hands folded, spine straight. )
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and then the man pulls back, and godric settles into his cross-legged repose, hands folded, spine straight. )
Yes. It is insatiable. But one adapts.