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In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.
Remember, pilgrim, as you pass by, As you are now so once was I; As I am now so will you be.…Now
Human beings, as I know better than most, can get used to anything. Over time, even the unthinkable gradually wears a little niche for itself in your mind and becomes just something that happened.
About your easy heads my prayers I said with syllables of clay. What gift, I asked, shall I bring now Before I weep and walk away? Take, they replied, the oak and laurel. Take our fortune of tears and live Like a spendthrift lover. All we ask Is the one gift you cannot give.
