...You, dearest vagary, aplomb--were brought to bear. Vicissitude of memory which is the dispersion of identity. Of a time, and of a place--you, a mellifluous bronze dusk poured upon a meadow, a solitary immersion, a moment that harnesses the whole of the earth, as you are...dearest vagary. You were afforded as by the citizenry of the air, lent by an intercontinental wind. An undying eloquence featured for all time--the swaying bud blown to bloom. You...the beautification of possibility, its matrices never left in want. As in withstanding place the round is made, and remade about you, the whole of the earth. Thus, you've no confounding words... have you? Thus, this sidelong expenditure that you may-- shall breach the earth you shall.