Here I am, outside myself again, in old places and faces, strange faces and places somehow intimately familiar to me--I knew you once, and now again. How had I imagined you gone when you were yet before me always? I shall embrace you and take you to my grave. And what then? Does the world pass away or forever live again? In some evil dream I thought you gone, yet here you are, no ghost or shadow, but living flesh and blood. How have you borne me to this time, reignited coals that were cold and dead? What fire is in my person set by other than eternal flame?
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