—"A distant person has come near, he stands
silently, concealed behind the
darkness"
"On his neck hangs the garland steeped with the pain of
separation,
it gives out the undying
fragrance of a secret union . . ."
July 16 Sun lit mornings..... There is magic when each season spills over into the next, and we are made aware of time and its wonder up...
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