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*Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.*
Rainer Maria Rilke
For a certain American lady who doesn't like crowds. As a Thanksgiving gift from the Gs x
