"Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world."
E.P.
well hello dear old friend--yes, i have come back.
edit about 10 minutes later:
"I know my circle and know very well
How many faces I'd have out of mind"
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