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… To rest is to give up on the already exhausted will as the prime motivator of endeavor, with its endless outward need to reward itself through established goals.
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The night of Adahlias 3rd birthday, I wrote a memoir of her birth so that I wouldn’t forget it.
I remembered how in the time of my transition, sweat pouring off me so thick that it lay slick on my skin like sheets of rain on a road, unimaginable pain rolling through my body like waves tossing a boat, my voice unrecognizably transformed into the deep, scream-moan of a primitive creature, without the aid of any painkiller, drug, or numbing agent whatsoever, I suddenly gasped/shouted: 463 more words
One day Deng Qiu was sitting on a log taking his midday meal next to his field. It was a breezy afternoon and pleasantly warm. Qiu noted a figure moving towards him with a gait which suggested the omnipotent patience of Zheng Qianfan, a nobody who lived nowhere. 1,456 more words