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Take it sudden as it flies

can shadows pleasure give?

Do bende the tree unto the fructyle grounde

If you see dear Mrs. Equitone...

life with dried tubers

In vials of ivory and coloured glass

into the heart of light

There is shadow under this red rock

children of gold.

In the archives there is a drawing

New mice burst into life.

red berries in the snow.

festival of bread crumbs.

the Tangential and the Tender.

our endings are all reborn.