Send YOU, LOVE and LIGHT, from a sunny New Zeeland! May YOUR weeken be great!
XVI.
"I RUN as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume. The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is breeze of the south. I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek."
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