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41. - Threshold
...she walked in through the out door.
... Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved
Grave, after Beloved on the grass gulfed cross is scrubbed
Off by the sun and Daughters no longer grieved
Save by their long desirers in the fox cubbed
Streets or hungering in the crumbled wood: to these
Hale dead and deathless do the women of the hill
Love for ever meridian through the courters' trees

And the daughters of darkness flame like Fawkes fires still.
Dylan Thomas, In the White Giant's Thigh

Ryohei Hase - Can not prevent it, but there is no need to prevent it


And don't care for rain, don't care for shelter.


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