You draw a circle in the sand
and then halve the circle
with the same hazelnut stick.
Next you fall to your knees,
then to all fours.
Then you hit the sand with your forehead
and apologize to the circle.
That's all.
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I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they're dead.
by John Vance Cheney
Soft follower of the early star,
Once more I feel you drawing near.
Come! for my evening is not come
Till you are here.
You make it—as yourself is made—