There is, too, a sort of relief in admitting defeat. Struggling to drag a mountain from my path… — Tanith Lee
There is, too, a sort of relief in admitting defeat. Struggling to drag a mountain from my path, acknowledging at last the mountain would remain, lying down beneath the mountain, thankful for the shade of it.
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