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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.8964 copyright protection78PENANAgqDdmrx9cB 維尼
He unwrapped them slowly on the counter, laying each down like a priest at vigil.8964 copyright protection78PENANA5IELqsPq8g 維尼
He asked:8964 copyright protection78PENANAM1sUUP7SZK 維尼
“Have you something for those who carry too many conclusions?”8964 copyright protection78PENANAfbSRZEAlsX 維尼
I gave him a drink made with unfurling bud-leaf and emberseed. It halts endings—suspends the mind in a state just before parting.8964 copyright protection78PENANAzpPY1rzreK 維尼
He drank. Shook my hand. Bowed to the fire.8964 copyright protection78PENANAOm7kjIPfj6 維尼
Left the last breath of an extinct wind in a jar beside the hearth. It hums softly now whenever someone says goodbye.8964 copyright protection78PENANAUDbJ3fh5hO 維尼