Adda
Canty of Clair Watter
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Society for Creative Anachronism is a non-profit educational organization
dedicated to researching and recreating the customs, combat and courtesy
of the Middle Ages. We build weapons, armor, and shields--and fight with
them. We hold medieval tournaments and revels. Our guilds study and practice
brewing, armory, dance, calligraphy, and many other "lost" arts
and sciences... Welcome to the Current Middle Ages.
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This
is Adda in her mundane life.
They call her Sarah.
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"The
most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the
things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them--words shrink
things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more
than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that,
isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your
secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies
would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost
you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding
what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important
that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst,
I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller
but for want of an understanding ear."
Quote from "Fall
from Innocence - The Body" in the book Different Seasons by
Stephen King |
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| Shakespeare Sonnet LVI.
Sweet love, renew thy force;
be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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no More:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.
William Shakespeare
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