Grief and noise

When the dead return
they will come to you in dream
and in waking, will be the bird
knocking, knocking against glass, seeking
a way in, will masquerade
as the wind

No Ruined Stone, Shara McCallum

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy

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How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man’s life comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose.

Maester Aemon (GRRM)