There was a tension to the thing, a feeling of mute straining and striving towards some distant and incomprehensible goal. As a wizard, it was something Ponder had only before encountered in acorns: a tiny, soundless voice which said, yes, I am but a small, green, simple object -- but I dream about forests.
Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times
Monday, July 31, 2017
Well Said: I dream about forests
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