May 2022

Accept me, Ra, before you go,

before I go,

I pray ... 

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daughter, it’s working

it was your little midsummer

your misbegotten wander

now all but empty...

Do not return to the king for some days; sunflowers and wild grains will serve the people. Store your money in your belt; the autumn winds stir your silks.

Colorful hibisci are boundless; the red quilts fold over the cold waves. This autumn night is so long: I feel lonely in the golden boudoir.

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