When the Root and Branch were young, when the Rose still grew unplucked upon the tree; when all our lands were new and green and we danced without care, then, we were immortal... We left those lands for the world where time dwells, dancing, that we might see the passage of the sun and the growing of the world. Here we may die, and where we can fall, and here King ___ has stopped his dancing.

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Themes

  • Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave
  • Time — Reflections on the passage of time and how we spend it

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