An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time
An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time
This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both - it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?
What a mystery blood was -- how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the ehoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments. the shadow of a face looking back through the years -- that vanished again into the face that was now.
Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul
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