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He entered with pockets full of last things. The final petal of a vanished flower. The final nail from a broken bridge. The final note of a song no longer sung.1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡkh0H9JYOpJ 尼
He unwrapped them slowly on the counter, laying each down like a priest at vigil.1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCVLKD8OWy 尼
He asked:1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96J6wa3tR0 尼
“Have you something for those who carry too many conclusions?”1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡCk2OdaEgj5 尼
I gave him a drink made with unfurling bud-leaf and emberseed. It halts endings—suspends the mind in a state just before parting.1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡWsZfUDxLqQ 尼
He drank. Shook my hand. Bowed to the fire.1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLppmqDjgJ 尼
Left the last breath of an extinct wind in a jar beside the hearth. It hums softly now whenever someone says goodbye.1234 copyright protection252ＰＥＮＡＮＡvx25FGlx2p 尼
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