Here I am in a garden. It's paradisical like Eden but sober like Gethsemane.
It has something of the enchanting diaspora of Dandaka. Maybe Humbaba is waiting, hiding between cedars until we dance past, but probably not.
It has something of the enchanting diaspora of Dandaka. Maybe Humbaba is waiting, hiding between cedars until we dance past, but probably not.
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