There's a guard who stands ready at the entry to the Field of Reeds. That everlasting-haven where all who enter can freely feed all of their growing needs. For this place that exists beyond all which we see is only destined for those who are truly free. Free from hate, and anger and jealousy too. Free from all that marks us less, me and you. A place free from malice and judgment and that perennial scorn (that long-abused battle horn). So this guard, you see must exist outside of time outside of all that anyone or anything could ever call Mine. This soul this saint, this gentle loving grace for whom no myth could ever mark nor erase this ever-lasting breed This lover and his creed - that all things holy must proceed. Exe 02/13/2022 #LesMousquetaires #RebelSunSeries © Raena Exe 2022 *All rights reserved.
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