Date: May 11th, 2012 5:05 AM Author: razzle-dazzle mildly autistic deer antler
her and called out to her, "Why are you outside my beloved's home?" And she said, "I am your beloved." But in the moment I recognized her, I knew she was not my beloved, for I would have recognized my beloved, and if I did not recognize her, the poetical in me could not bear the accidental.
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