like the sprites of Prospero's island, small feet and bright voices, we rest on the earth like the petal of a rose. The fruits of the peach tree are beyond our reach. We climb, secret strength, in delicate limbs-- and when I hold that big fruit in two hands, I know that for me one is enough.
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