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Parting, a bearable distinction of bodies, like continents detaching, seeking perfection of their own ends, another history. How we long for the adventure of a new page, catching our breath in the light of its silence. All things new move us. The moon in its cycle plucks our sleeve and we reach out to other islands in the room, breaking away from here, from now, from never to be caught by the last loved event, its heavy sighing to be complete. Fresh beginnings! Blessèd also t