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On a million bridges the girl chose
Lords and Ladies, Terry Pratchett
'Esme!'Circle time was ending. Besides, she knew now why her mind had felt so unraveled, and that was a help. She couldn't hear the ghostly thoughts of all other Esme Weatherwaxes any more.
Perhaps some lived in a world ruled by elves. Or had died long age. Or were living what they thought were happy lives. Granny Weatherwax seldom wished for anything, because wishing was soppy, but she felt a tiny regret that she'd never be able to meet them.
Perhaps some were going to die, now, here on this path. Everything you did meant that a million copies of you did something else. Some were going to die. She'd sensed their future deaths... the deaths of Esme Weatherwax. And couldn't save them, because chance did not work like that.
On million hillsides the girl ran, on a million bridges the girl chose, on a million paths the woman stood...
All different, all one.
All she could do for all of them was be herself, here and now, as hard as she could.
Kategorie: Esme Weatherwax, wiedźmy,
