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From all your herds, a cup or two of milk,

From all your granaries, a loaf of bread,

In all your palace, only half a bed:

Can a man use more? And do you own the rest?

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I love the light here. Maybe I'd forgotten over the past year what light looks like in the autumn, but when I step out into the street it shimmers against buildings and skims the reddening trees and makes the whole earth look surreal. There's always a storm flooding the edge of the horizon in this city, but today it was only a hollow threat and there was just the light, always. It did something to my heart.

Life away is good.