We have/a statue...
Imagine Midas with a Leaden Touch.
The moon wanes...
You have let another dream drift free.
King Haggard's Song
Cousin, cousine
it was, they tell me, ever thus:...
Rehearsals
Sometimes, he just feels tired,...
All day, I move among courtiers.
Nothing changes....
Quixote
We are such stuff...
We seem to move so slowly...
We never move so easily through a place...
It's a question of ground, of where...
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