❝And they are here, Li Po and all the others, our fathers and our mothers: the dead leaf’s footstep touches the grass: those who were lost at sea and those the innocents the too-soon dead: a l l m a n k i n d and all it ever knew is here in-gathered, held in our hands, and in the wind breathed by the pines on Sheepfold Hill. ❞
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