I loved the Himalayas for their snow clad peaks; the thin wisps of clouds marking the silver linings of the horizon,
However I hated the freezing currents of air descending down its slopes; the gusty avalanches of ice killing millions while trying to conquer it.
I loved the pen for inundating white paper with infinite lines of literature; granting a status to words which was greater than swords,
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