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Estuary and moon,Evening of calm,Companions strung out along shoreAnd moon path sword-straight to my feet.
Bright moon-link to me through the darknessWas all that I saw.Wouldn't leave me alone.I advanced—it kept close,And it followed my thoughtful retreatBack to friends in the gloom.In the gloom? No, not they!Each gazed with delightAt a pathway no others could see.
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