About Excellence

A mare, a beacon. Tremendous, as tall as all the years passed. Shuffled in last, within the ever-thickening deck of cards. Trepidation veers her light away, in a sickening think of dark arts. Barren, she lays no foundation. Evil doesn't propagate. Bright nit broken apart and snuffed brings memory dimmed in favor of a guided patrol. Shaken down in a breach of inert control, uprooted the eternal white birch dies.