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Sweet Daphne, such a still love
Unshaken by the tempests of our times
Others might see it as unfortunate
As for me, Apollo, your bark and roots
Remain ever sensual and loving
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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