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For Bob, on his passing,
So it begins,
listening to the sounds of the day
one learns the value of variety
one ;learns spontaneity
and one undergoes change for the better.
The moon
has a perfume,
and the day is along mistress
confining you to her chambers.
Let her be,
and delve into her realms,
her fairy realms,
her waxing realms,
her delight.
She is the beginning.
