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1 " that I thought of you—of the air that slippedbetween the strands of your hair, and blue stonesin my hand, before the autumn damasksbloom their last, before these blue stones are lainforgotten as the blossoms of plum treesI could not render in my artless hands "
― John Daniel Thieme , the ghost dancers
2 " those whom love has held, has held here in timecurious, in this labyrinth of roses—it will go on holding, though in cruelty—of stars we could not reach for, but still remembered. "
3 " beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said "Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,"—as the wind gave echo "
4 " a few words spoken beneath the moon, lovemay be, but I write your namein the celestial dust that lingersin the air, abovethe veilchenblau roses, callowand pale "
