Even the brief encounters

Even the involvements ephemeral as the share of shelter in a storm or the partnered pause where two paths cross Even with the end foretold from the start -- all may as inklings on a nomad's course play, though relinquished An unlost part. And so, in some hush at dawn, at dusk -- suddenly, unclaimed again be caught As a faint sweet fluting coming through The major chords of a signatured life.

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