💞 This is kiku. I found her on the pavement, I picked her up in my hands, she wiggled around and cheeped. She was trying to fly, turning...
When you know the fourfoil in all its seasons root and leaf and flower, by sight and scent and seed,
then you may learn its true name, knowing its being: which is more than its use.
What, after all, is the use of you? or of myself?
Is Gont Mountain useful, or the Open Sea?'
- The first book of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin