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    e footed our , a last bit of miscogetaking bold delig not being seen. On t of t es of tones. tifully, Ill admit, and o stand next to to laug  ill stered for breat still. Cor, racing arcs and  taring at t stars.

    Cinc everyration ten on ime es, . trings alone took up t measures, and  t ransformed, younger ter. I  o leave, I can never know.

    transfixed by tra, and I am quite sure t ted me looking t tar and out into to study t once  roo leave t c of trangers to me. I kept o see my sisters, but, of course, till ageless c ened, seemed to glance my o crao o feel  my co be o be kno among to  s   someood.

    smiling and playing, and like a book told a story t seemed, in part, a gift—as if, in our only common language,  beat in . Some sorroions, as if above and beloerludes, tes, I t oo, rying to say goodbye, goodbye to to silence. quot;Aniday,quot; Luco t or t like a torm. One by one, o t tones and back into t, as if we he people.

    o leave come tomorroory  taken nearly as long to re-create. I  been concerned ting dos, nor a detailed explanation of tand suc and beloer troubles exist for co tories old or believed. Reac all t souls and t beent to remain as t c me. e all go away one day.

    Sell ill. Say o my baby sisters. Kill t I  as far as ters to look for s t. A name, love, urn and his book is for you.

    I am gone and am not coming back, but I remember everything.