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In the cave, it breathes stone and bone, it steams and calcifies, and it iodizes and steams plastic. It stones and moistens dry and greens a little, something alive, sun-eating settles here and gives a softer note in the cold down here, far from...

Whenever the lilac blooms again the cognac in my glass unfolds its amber hue I remember your golden scent on my skin your skin of champaca and vanilla How we walked hand in hand through the Tuileries under a cloud-covered October...