In an attic in Ireland there's an old chest full of trinkets, three of which could reverse time.
Peace, vulgar peace, peace without compass. Complacent peace, trampled pride peace, peace at cost. Forced peace, and peace which prevents outcome or righteousness. Peace out of reach, peace as unattainable goal, peace as a liberal idealism or conservative toolshed. Peace that's a lie and a farce and a mask and an excuse. Peace that saves lives but mutes souls. Peace that seems talked about a lot for being alien in nature.
War I know. War I understand. War that paints horrible pictures of victory. War that for many motivations devastates and gets results of some kind. War is the option of those at last thread/threat/throat. War is freedom and dominance and romance and brutality. War has rules? War doesn't specifically kill animals which is nice. War spelled backwards is "raw" which doesn't really have any significance. War is a boring card game where the winner is at the mercy of the cards. War is a good band. A very good band.
Balance balance balance! "I feel I have a good balance of..." Define balance as an identified theme.
When she moved she was able to stop motion short and retain the momentum that had been building. At will she learned how to release the momentum by speed and power so accurately she could touch your face softly and in the same instant release the power of a punch so powerful you would be knocked back up to 14 feet. This was a problem if she had a few drinks.
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