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On the drive to the respite hotel,

the Goldberg Variations: a bridge to peace.

Sora bidding farewell to Bash? -

Sora leaning forward on his elbow.

*

In the moment of leaving,

when words set sail from paper ...

soul clings

to one burning

as fire clings to a stick.

*

Even when the mind's a sieve,

soul doesn't grieve -

cannot believe

in scarcity. A mountain,

a river - fully this,

fully that.

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