This is an Epic of the Baharatas on battle, valour, grace and glory, seamed merely but every word carry the weight of every horse, falchion and calves.
Poetry is needed for the cadence of the mind, since our break mostly drive, right and derive right side, right side, this presses on the left and squeezes on much that is ignored or forgotten. It's a psyche cleanse, tough but good read.
It's the remembrance, the very weight of grace
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