4. The Slopes of Taniquetil
My father drew me into his arms and smoothed the hair back from my brow. "I know not. The light is richer and more golden, brighter, where we dwell and we lack for naught."
I felt the pull of joy in my heart and turned from it to the outer lands. "They truly waste their time in making things?"
"The glory is in the words and the song and the being. They seem lesser but perhaps they have the light within."
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