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“My soul, sweet love, sits blissfully smiling in the space between what we did and what we shall yet do together.” — Tehtena, Princess of Sheba

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Now that you are gone, the words of my poetry all trace a fading dream like the outline of a body at a crime scene.

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"I would be a much better procrastinator if I got around to working at it." — Tobiel, the carpenter