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Was that you? You must have been as far as eyes can see. keep, though, that far. For this distance shall do us good. What did to do this justice must have been so swift. In a moment, blizzard struck. And in that flash, we are back to where we were, ungreeted. Where time ages, like the passing pillars, from in a train, or the blank glances, our eyes catch, and cut, but unharmed we stand, like we do not know. Still, we do know. Still, you might curse. Yet, I pray you do well. Where, one day, we might say hello in good grace. For you.
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