Rose dances the tango for the sun
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I wish I’d had a conversation with you, Wren.
When you speak with me, you hear the stories of the spheres,
The stories are living and breathing. The stories are in dreams.
. . .I shall journey in my copper-sided, fish-shaped coffin . . .
. . .I was always young. Demure, but sprightly, ready to dance gaily if the fifes and drums, or the fiddle struck up a springtime dance. . . .