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I feel sad sometimes when I hear the unkind things that are spoken, not only of people in our Church, but of people in the world. Unkind things are not usually said under the inspiration of the Lord. The Spirit of the Lord is a spirit of kindness; it is a spirit of patience; it is a spirit of charity and love and forbearance and long suffering; and there are none of us who do not need all these virtues that are the result of the possession of the Spirit of our Heavenly Father.
(Teachings of Presidents of the Church: George Albert Smith, Chapter 21: The Power of Kindness)
The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them. — Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
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The unicorn heard herself cry out, not in terror but in wonder, “Oh, you are like me!” She reared joyously to meet the harpy’s stoop, and her horn leaped up into the wicked wind. The harpy struck once, missed, and swung away, her wings clanging and her breath warm and stinking. She burned overhead, and the unicorn saw herself reflected in the harpy’s bronze breast, and felt the monster shining from her own body. So they circled one another like a double star and under the shrunken sky there was nothing real but the two of them.

— Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

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