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In Praise of the Dying Earth.

"I was lost
when I met you on the road
to Larissa
the straight road between the cedars

You thought
I was a man of roads
and you loved me for being such a man
I was not such a man

I was lost
when I met you on the road
to Larissa"

—Leonard Cohen

The naming of winds.

A poem is a butterfly. A butterfly, that can live for a thousand years.

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