Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter: these are illustrious toys you have left me.
I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars of the dawn.
Your dark rich life…
—Jorge Luis Borges, Two English Poems
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