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Thought of Night Just think of it, and you surround it with its opposite. That's thought's domain. Take here and now, for instance. Do we see a line where there is none? We draw up sides, forgetting how in cells division made things whole. To me I'm complete, but I'm partial to you. So as we fall into the night (which isn't, after all is said and done, the opposite of day) I cannot see our differences. Love mends the broken language. We are each the first of persons (though I know I mustn't speak for two). I only mean I feel myself again, and it is you. 214 ...

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