There are others who may remember it because it marked the first appearance in the place of the second poet of saffron park. And forward gleamed a narrow way of earth crusted with salt: i watch the fairy birth of countless flashes on the crystal flakes, forgetting it is only death that makes its home the centre of that starry girth.
When i fell the next time, i rolled over on my back, screamed once with pain, then looked up into the morning sky. Let me also suggest that change is frequently the result of what we have learned, not simply what we have envisioned.
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