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Love in fire, in blood.

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run

When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon...

Clothed in tattered sunlight.

a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

neither soul nor body has been crossed.

Sung-wu pushed angrily forward. “I am a Bard, from the Central Chamber; do you people recognize this?”

Cinctures of golden plover glittered round the clear zenith of the ice-blue sky.

Stars did not know where they belonged

birds and iguanas and fish