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Mara's Bane
The wish I have today: turn arrows into flowers. Who cares who wins debates-- there is a higher power! Like throwing poison spears at dust motes in a sunbeam, we do it out of fear, and always fail it seems. So when an arrow comes, I'll let it travel through me. I'll smile and then play dumb, heap love upon my enemies.
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