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