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“Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Around them, the willowy needles of desert oak trees swayed in the pale orange light. Wafts of yellow butterflies fluttered low over acacia and mulga bushes. The crater wall slowly changed color as the sun sank, from flat ochre to blazing red to chocolate-purple. The sun slipped under the dark line of the horizon, glowing like an ember as it threw its last light up into the sky.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart