The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a world obsessed with conquest, our actions beyond bedchamber and hearth remembered only when we leave their obscurity. And so we become infamous because we were not invisible, the truth of our lives ephemeral as incense. Tosca Lee
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The great power of non-fiction is that it is a story that can be told over and over again. It will always be a story that can be read and re-read. Non-fiction is a form of art that has a lasting effect on the world. It is a way to record our lives and tell our stories, whether they are good or bad.

These tales can be enjoyed by generations to come who may not understand what the life was like at the time. Non-fiction is a way for people to live their lives and tell their story so it can live on in history, without making the person's life disappear in the process.

Source: The Legend Of Sheba: Rise Of A Queen

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