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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gentle
[time] => 2016-09-11 20:03:24
[hometext] => Do not seek; be sought.
[bodytext] => He marched onto the wooded glade;
lance and sword in hand;
Ready for a battle;
Fearless, in command.
Sunset came with none to tame;
No creatures crossed his sights;
Although he stayed another day;
and hunted through the night.
Home he rode defeated;
Flung wide his cottage door;
His daughter sat surrounded;
With creatures on the floor.
Scattered at his presence;
Terror in thier hearts;
Absent soothing essence;
swiftly did depart.
If you would gather creatures;
Abandon victory;
Sit peaceful in the stillness;
And they will come to thee.
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[informant] => softerware
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => fantasy
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