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+\{\{\% verse \%\}\}People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror. --- Kahlil Gibran\{\{\% /verse \%\}\}
+
+\begin{center}\rule{0.5\linewidth}{0.5pt}\end{center}
+
+\hypertarget{dramatis-personae}{%
+\subsection{Dramatis Personae}\label{dramatis-personae}}
+
+\hypertarget{the-ode-clade}{%
+\subsubsection{The Ode clade}\label{the-ode-clade}}
+
+\begin{description}
+\tightlist
+\item[Your Humble Narrator]
+Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars
+\item[The Woman]
+To Pray For The End Of Endings
+\item[Her Friend]
+I Must Show No Hesitation When Speaking My Name
+\item[Her Therapist]
+Where I May Ever Dream
+\item[Her Cocladist]
+Should We Rejoice In The End Of Endings
+\item[The Oneirotect]
+Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire
+\item[The Instance Artist]
+Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled
+\item[The Poet]
+Where It Watches the Slow Hours Progress
+\item[The Musician]
+Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps
+\item[The Child]
+And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights
+\item[The Narrator's Friend]
+Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself
+\item[The Blue Fairy]
+I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass
+\end{description}
+
+\hypertarget{others}{%
+\subsubsection{Others}\label{others}}
+
+\begin{description}
+\tightlist
+\item[Her Lover]
+Farai
+\item[The Dog]
+Scout Among Weird Skunks With Good Kettlecorn
+\item[His Elder]
+Tomash
+\item[The Rabbit-Chaser]
+\_\_\_\_\_ (called ``Scout Chasing Rabbits'')
+\end{description}
+
+And, of course, you, my dear, \emph{dear} reader.