As the wind
comes through the copses sighing to my ears,
the infinite silence and the passing voice
i must compare: remembering the seasons,
quiet in dead eternity, and the present,
living and sounding still. And into this
immensity drowns my thought,
and sinking is sweet to me in such a sea.
Sansa Appreciation Week: [Day 4] Favorite Relationship → Sansa & Arya ∟ You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.