ermingarden: a human Jedi in a hooded robe (sw: jedi)
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For Six Sentence Sunday, six (very rough) sentences from the same SWTOR WIP I posted an excerpt from in September:
"I don't fear death for myself," her master said. "In truth, there is no self to fear for. An ocean wave, although it is distinct in the sense of being identifiable, is an inseparable part of the ocean, and every part of it returns to the ocean when the wave ceases to be. Likewise, every being, though perceived as distinct, is truly part of the universe, and will return to it – a manifestation of the living and unifying Force, which binds all things together. And yet I had feared – yes, feared, though I was loath to admit it to myself – that much of what I have learned might be lost with me. Now, when I die, I will at least have this legacy."

I'd been stuck on this fic for literal months, and then the scene it needed to move forward sprang into my head just as I was lying down to sleep.

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Date: 2021-12-27 11:06 am (UTC)
independence1776: Drawing of Maglor with a harp on right, words "sing of honor lost" and "Noldolantë" on the left and bottom, respectively (Default)
From: [personal profile] independence1776
Yay for being able to move forward!

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Date: 2021-12-27 12:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] shirebound
I like that!
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