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| description = A book on the meaning of home without a permanent domicile. | | description = A book on the meaning of home without a permanent domicile. | ||
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | | quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | ||
| book author = unknown | |||
| book text = How to convey that which I know, deep within myself, to be true? Would that I could bring each of you reading these words into this head of mine, this heart of mine, feeling as one. perhaps then I could speak what words fail to describe. | | book text = How to convey that which I know, deep within myself, to be true? Would that I could bring each of you reading these words into this head of mine, this heart of mine, feeling as one. perhaps then I could speak what words fail to describe. | ||
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| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| uid = S_HAV_TieflingSurvivors_SuperOldMagicBook | |||
| uuid = 2def7912-e561-4d60-a073-ddf64b7d3981 | |||
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Latest revision as of 23:35, 24 October 2024
A book on the meaning of home without a permanent domicile.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Books
Author: unknown
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_HAV_TieflingSurvivors_SuperOldMagicBookUUID
2def7912-e561-4d60-a073-ddf64b7d3981
Text
How to convey that which I know, deep within myself, to be true? Would that I could bring each of you reading these words into this head of mine, this heart of mine, feeling as one. perhaps then I could speak what words fail to describe.
That home isn't home unless you're far from home. That love isn't love unless it unleashes you. That the sky is infinitely big as long as you can always see it. Do I make sense? I think not. But perhaps the peripatetic patter of these words can create some rhythm approximating the joy of feet on road, with naught but everything ahead.