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this knowledge The gardens, bereaved of our mothers breathe gently under grey in the sadness of the morning, and tranquilly they overrun bounds of the former dispensation. An ash tree trails its fronds and a deeper than usual lilac in a recess looks shy but glowering, young Kore disturbed by the pond restored to secrecy, and I then torn by my own survival, and everything wrong that was upheld by your joy and worrying being still in this interim upheld but how soon to ruin, and this knowledge suddenly that we are forms of matter, that dangerous edge, and how we are undone, and how this knowing also, will run its course. 12
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comfortless No you shall not leave us comfortless as comfort might be sprays of forsythia over stone and brisk steps on stone flags going early through the porch a trim little body wrapped against the killing wind as comfort might be the longer spearhead of light along the milled flags at the opening of the door as comfort might be withdrawal and ingathering a warmth among the ashes at the start of Lent. 13

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this knowledge

The gardens, bereaved of our mothers breathe gently under grey in the sadness of the morning, and tranquilly they overrun bounds of the former dispensation.

An ash tree trails its fronds and a deeper than usual lilac in a recess looks shy but glowering, young Kore disturbed by the pond restored to secrecy, and I then torn by my own survival, and everything wrong that was upheld by your joy and worrying being still in this interim upheld but how soon to ruin, and this knowledge suddenly that we are forms of matter, that dangerous edge, and how we are undone, and how this knowing also, will run its course.

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