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“Have you never stood to regard our home

from its farthest corner,

the long grass shimmering in the sunlight

as the wind combs through the field

like gentle waves in a great calm sea of green?

Flowers die. The trees fail.

The house can change brick by brick

until nothing of the original remains.

Everything changes.

So home is not the walls or the gardens.

Home is the souls within those walls.

Home is the memories made on the spot.

while my mom was pregnant with me, she was delivering chinese food on bike in new orleans. i like to think that the music she heard in the streets made me the way i am now.

a path unseen

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Upholding the Laws And Regulations because you deeply hate crime (unlike Sir Samuel Vimes, who only feels personally offended by crime, because it dares happening in his city)

You look into Carrot's face for clues and only get a blank expression of polite innocence in return. You'll never know if he's that simple and literal, or maybe he means the exact opposite of what he just said. You'll never know for sure.

Just your friendly local giant cop, who inexplicably knows the names of all your third cousins and their pets.