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     Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
     But you are eternity and you are the mirror. <br> 
 — Kahlil Gibran{{% /verse %}}
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+
+## Dramatis Personae
+
+### The Ode clade
+
+Your Humble Narrator
+:   Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars
+
+The Woman
+:   To Pray For The End Of Endings
+
+Her Friend
+:   I Must Show No Hesitation When Speaking My Name
+
+Her Therapist
+:   Where I May Ever Dream
+
+Her Cocladist
+:   Should We Rejoice In The End Of Endings
+
+The Oneirotect
+:   Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire
+
+The Instance Artist
+:   Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled
+
+The Poet
+:   Where It Watches the Slow Hours Progress
+
+The Musician
+:   Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps
+
+The Child
+:   And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights
+
+The Narrator's Friend
+:   Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself
+
+The Blue Fairy
+:   I Remember The Rattle Of Dry Grass
+
+### Others
+
+Her Lover
+:   Farai
+
+The Dog
+:   Scout Among Weird Skunks With Good Kettlecorn
+
+His Elder
+:   Tomash
+
+The Rabbit-Chaser
+:   \_\_\_\_\_ (called “Scout Chasing Rabbits”)
+
+And, of course, you, my dear, *dear* reader.