The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.
Kushiel's ChosenHumanity is an assemblage of information-processing entities, and in that regard you have potential.
On the Steel BreezeA parapet of breeze tonight on which to lean my melancholy
A Major Selection of the Poetry of Giuseppe Ungaretti: A Bilingual EditionSailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in SpaceElend: I kind of lost track of time… Breeze: For two hours? Elend: There were books involved.
The Well of Ascension