I WAIT TOO LONG
Pig jeremiad. I want to go back.
I left too early. Now there's noise
in the mountains. That daughter
of the farmer, the one with the
yellowed curls, I do like her a bit.
There are other people of note,
yes, but she works over at the
land assayer's, and I have to go
there anyway to arrange for a
survey. All these tedious things
she just seems to make lighter.
Perhaps that's the magic in the
realm of fixation : maybe even
that's why she got the job in the
first place. I would bet, yes.
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