An Infinite Loop: 3
to Vrej Baghoomian
"Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.
And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld the ship coming with the mist.
Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul."
She stopped in mid-sentence when she realized that she liked these flying joy and a sea mist. With a pine tree kiss and a freed bird there came some understanding:
MOVE 0 TO COUNTER-YEARS.
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