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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.

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+## End Of Endings — 2403<br>×<br>Rye — 2409
 
 The Woman decided to go walking one day. Perhaps she was driven by restlessness. She had an errand to run, sure, but this day she decided to go out rather than perform this task at home. Perhaps she was bored! I do not know. 
 

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+## End Of Endings — 2403<br>×<br>Rye — 2409
 
 The Woman rode the high of lovely friendship for days after that coffee date. For nearly a week, she reveled in the sense of camaraderie and coexistence. How lucky she was! How lucky that she had the chance to exist in the same universe as Her Friend! How lucky, how lucky.