objects can be replaced, people can not, the minute you make a person a possission they are lost to you, the minute you make an object a person you are lost to it. That is why we name weapons for the two become one. Blades break, edges blunt, but the soul that inhabits it, is your own.
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Tales of a 21st Century Warrior Poet - A collection of musings, poetry, short fiction and martial technique. As well as an online diary of my experiences. Poetry made fresh almost daily.
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