[…] one of these birds came wheeling and screaming round his head in a maze of untrackably swift circlings.
You're under my roof, you pleb.
As I encouraged him to stay with that pain, he fell deeply into the reality of the inner child. The need in this inner child for love was very real indeed. He loved this inner child with all his heart.
The wise extract earth's most Hyblean bliss, Superior wisdom, crown'd with smiling joy.
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