𖤟 ... 🖨 : the cast is yellow as a daffodil. three steeples—three stark swarthy arms—are thrust up from the town. the gnarlèd poplars thrill down the long street in some keen salty gust—straight from the sea and all the sailing ships—turn white, black, white again, with noises sweet And swift. back to the night the last star slips. high up the air is motionless, a sheet of light. the east grows yellower apace, and trembles: then, as a result of true perfection, here are some sequences in wholeness:

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(S.K GUIDE PHRASE ╱ .. 94th)
even beautiful things have endings, but it doesn't mean they have to be forgotten. moments are memoroes, no matter how broken, complicated or messy those moments may have been.

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