... I was fortunate enough to witness the other night. There must be a word for the special eagerness to share, when one should be so remarkable. I was being taught, out of doors, or listening to a professor speak in a high British or refined American accent, and the lesson was given in poetic form upon the lighting of a bird on a slender branch, just beginning to dress in a green springtime. I can recall only parts of one line: 'what of the ewes (eyes, eves) when ..." This word was symbolic

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... fanfic write you.

I think I have to finish this story before it finishes me