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While the world lasts

December 7, 2005

When I was in my cradle a wood woman, a Dryad, spoke this verse over me:

Where sky and water meet,
Where the waves grow sweet,
Doubt not, Reepicheep,
To find all you seek,
There is the utter East.

I do not know what it means. But the spell of it has been on me all my life.

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