--The depths of you.
--The depths of me.
--The love of you.
--The love of me.
--What is the word for life in your language?
--Abal.
--The abal of you.
--The life of me.
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Running away from his former everything, he pauses
on the edge of remembered advice. `You will never find anything
more meaningful than the voice of the river you heard every
day, when you were young.' |
--Receive now our gift.
--I receive your gift.
--Show it to your dear ones.
--My dead mother and father and sister.
--They see you now.
--They see me now.
--What is the word for spirit in your language?
--We have none.
--That is...unfortunate. |
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The river was a babbling brook. It had a word for spirit,
but the word was babble. It had a spirit and life, but the
spirit was babble, and its life was not life for him. Its
only word for life was him. |
--Did you feel a change?
--I...felt a change.
--Did you feel our gift change you?
--I felt...
--Renewed? New?
--Old. I think.
--What is the word for old in your language?
--Depor.
--Perhaps... |
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But he wasn't sure he'd felt anything at all. |