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herself Her two breasts opened toanemone, a soft,

dilated invitation touched by the moon She wanted the moon to

fill in to her, she wanted more, more communion with the moon,

consummation But Skrebensky put his ar, dark cloak round her, and sat holding her

hand, whilst thefires

She was not there Patiently she sat, under the cloak, with

Skrebensky holding her hand But her naked self ay there

beating upon the ht with her

breasts and her knees, in o in actuality, to fling away her clothing and flee

away, away from this dark confusion and chaos of people to the

hill and the netic stones, and she could not go, in actuality

Skrebensky, like a load-stone weighed on her, the weight of his

presence detained her She felt the burden of him, the blind,

persistent, inert burden He was inert, and he weighed upon her

She sighed in pain Oh, for the coolness and entire liberty and

brightness of the moon Oh, for the cold liberty to be herself,

to do entirely as she liked She wanted to get right away She

felt like bright netism

He was the dross, people were the dross If she could but get

away to the clean free ht