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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Helianthus snorted. “Olorun is like his mother: he will only change as the face of a rock changes. But . . . I think he missed you. - Quote by Ash Gray

Helianthus snorted. “Olorun is like his mother: he will only change as the face of a rock changes. But . . . I think he missed you.

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