Apple farmer's daughter
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apple farmer's daughter
Level: 1 | |
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Acid Res: 0 Elec Res: 0 Cold Res: 0 Heat Res: 0 | |
Character
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ID?
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AppleFarmerDaughter |
Faction
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Farmers(no results) (Loved100 Reputation) |
Gender
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Corpse Dropped
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human corpse(favilink error!) (90%) |
Role
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NPC |
apple farmer's daughter
O, she doth pale red apples by her cheek!
That cheek which doth proclaim the rite of spring,
And heretofore hath nature's grand technique,
Ne'er ripened lips so red from which to sing.
Begone, false sun! I know thee for a fraud.
Her fairest skin illuminates the day.
All gold is brass and e'ery jewel is flawed,
When set beside the sums her eyes might pay.
The Spindle, which from Omonporch ascends,
Must surely be her likeness brightly wrought,
And as a likeness, fails to apprehend,
The artless beauty that its makers sought.
Did I know love or beauty? No, for shame!
For I knew neither 'til they spoke her name.