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+ "We, in the grappling nights,
we drop from nearness to nearness;
and where the woman in love falls like dew,
we’re a hurtling stone."
Rainer Maria Rilke, untitled poem dated 9th February 1922, in Uncollected Poems, trans. Edward Snow
9th August 2012
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