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over the warmth your could muster with a whisper. And yet it glazed the palm of my hands and the sole
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of my feet, the injuries appear so anyway. And I might rethink the plot, rearrange the players, find them
— PLATE LXVII —
elsewhere altogether. Doing such so that I could keep it all, though never really having it. That was my
— PLATE LXVIII —
manner. That drew my lane. Maintaining you near in a silence not for the ears. Curling the edges of my
— PLATE LXIX —
lips at times most unthinkable and fainting along the sheer strides you undertook, resisting an abyss so
— PLATE LXX —
shallow I had tasked with winding into wells. So you would rest on the good word I provided and never
— PLATE LXXI —
wander your glance out from the straight ahead, believing the courage overtaking the danger. You might
— PLATE LXXII —
then beam in my absence a light less bright and save your coals for when it was then our time to share the
— PLATE LXXIII —
reserves - together. Owing to this game of pretend it would be the touch that might join together our
— PLATE LXXIV —
bond. So I spoke at length, saying little more than this, at all times speaking in thoughtful and
— PLATE LXXV —
meaningful manners on the success you engendered. Loosely putting together the patches required to
— PLATE LXXVI —
arrange the fabrication, to allow it to cover you fully, hiding the shade from how you shone. It meant
— PLATE LXXVII —
affording periods of drought that I could assign to the sheer effort required for your pace, blaming these
— PLATE LXXVIII —
eras clouded over to a sign that you had found passion elsewhere and simply gazing in a direction, that it
— PLATE LXXIX —
was your charity that distracted you from the true wonder. I did so knowing how punchy your return
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could sound, how much that alone would then sustain us. You could carry, it seemed, my frailty with
