I am waiting for the Prince
of Ithica to pass by. My
weapons for the skirmish are
lined up behind me. A glass
of water to wet the throat
should stronger singing
be required. The candle is a
lighthouse in reverse, as an
attraction not a warning. A
leaf to augment the wreath.
The stone wall to keep me up-
right when he embraces me.
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