The vicissitudes

Little have They not said concerning the inevitability, the resolute and singular constancy of change– I will not scrounge here for the crumbs.

Let the music be my scrounging; and may we all aspire to emulate severed leaves in the river, who refrain from resisting what interminable currents propel them.

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