Saturday, January 26, 2013
Mystic City
Nothing ever happened in Kandy that was a random coincidence. No free willed dreamer was ever born there and any who visited either embraced their destiny or left. No raindrop fell on a forehead that had not been forever determined to do so, and every grain of rice that was eaten and every mote of dust that was trampled, had the name of their heir engraved on them.
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