Oneword
I could only destroy, not create. That took -- something not within me, some force or power or primal gift, beyond anything that had gone into *my* creation. I looked at them, wistfully, wishing again those wishes I could never voice.
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I could only destroy, not create. That took -- something not within me, some force or power or primal gift, beyond anything that had gone into *my* creation. I looked at them, wistfully, wishing again those wishes I could never voice.
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