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  <title>the beginning? yes?</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;somewhere&quot;&gt;hi. hihi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;somewhere&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;somewhere&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[somewhere i have never travelled]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;somewhere&quot;&gt;somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond&lt;br /&gt;any experience,your eyes have their silence:&lt;br /&gt;in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,&lt;br /&gt;or which i cannot touch because they are too near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your slightest look easily will unclose me&lt;br /&gt;though i have closed myself as fingers,&lt;br /&gt;you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens&lt;br /&gt;(touching skillfully,mysteriously) her first rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if your wish be to close me,i and&lt;br /&gt;my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;as when the heart of this flower imagines&lt;br /&gt;the snow carefully everywhere descending;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals&lt;br /&gt;the power of your intense fragility: whose texture&lt;br /&gt;compels me with the color of its countries,&lt;br /&gt;rendering death and forever with each breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i do not know what it is about you that closes&lt;br /&gt;and opens; only something in me understands&lt;br /&gt;the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)&lt;br /&gt;nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-e. e. cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</description>
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